It’s dark and misting rain here and I’m alone sipping my coffee in perfect still silence. Days like this allow my mind to wonder back to to the many moments she and I would lay next to each other exhausted but completely fulfilled. We would listen to the rain make its beautiful symphony against the window. I miss those moments. Those winding conversations that explored the depths of our hidden thoughts and desires. To feel the warmth from the tone in her voice as she confided and consoled. A warmth that is unique to women. When she slowly allowed her heart to lower all the many defenses she had acquired over the years and finally found she could love another person. How neither of us worried about judgment or guilt or regret preserved in all the other countless interactions. How time seemed to move at some fictional hyper pace in each other’s presence. When we finally where forced from the comfort of those sheets in our Shangri-la it never seemed to last long enough. It was the tiny world we had created for ourselves. In my mind she is a siren calling me to return. Her promises of ecstasy and comfort is ever present. How I long for it.