A poem by Christopher Poindexter.

Whenever I am away from you the distance between us,
A burdensome thing, I always think of you in colours.
The smell of coffee as you so proudly make for me,
the perfect sunlight spilling through the window.

I miss you even when you are beside me. I dream of your body even when
you are sleeping in my arms. The words 'I love you' could never be enough.
I suppose we'll have to invent new ones.