I miss you most with the resting sun, when dying rays illuminate the sky in the same golden perfection as your skin. I see your smile in the peace of dusk, in that interim between the bustling of the day and the buzzing of the night. The last glimpses of day are as the shine in your eyes, radiating into the dull world, spreading your joy and brightening its every reach.
I miss you most with the rising sun, when the morning birds shake off their sleep and begin their songs, as beautiful as the voice that slips from your lips. The dawn’s light breaks through the darkness, as your touch brings me from the deepest of nightmares to the safety of your arms. The world awakens from its slumber as you do, sometimes to clouds, sometimes to clear skies, but always scaring away the darkness of the night to the beautiful light.
I miss you most with each breath of the day, with every passing moment I am away from you.