Missed
I miss the kiss.
I miss the kisses on the forehead from my father as he would pass by.
I miss the kisses from my mother from the start of my life until the end of hers...
I miss that first kiss after a date...the nervous anticipation of it.
I miss the laughs that came with my son's kisses as a little boy
as he would pucker up and take aim...making a muah sound all the way to wherever it landed on my face....
I miss kissing friends on the cheeks as we greeted or left each other....
I miss those intimate kisses that you can get lost in. The ones that make you lose time for a moment. I miss those kisses where you look each other in the eyes just because ....and I miss the ones where you close your eyes and slowly just relish the passion.
A kiss can be a loving expression from a family member.
A kiss can be a reminder of an innocent and often awkward part of the teenage years.
A kiss can be peck on the cheek with close friends.
A kiss can be oh so intimate and passionate.
I miss them all.