Hurricane

I miss you, strangely.
Not so much what was deep.
Not so much what was meaningful.
Mostly that you were here.
A whisper just stroked my cheek
like a wind
and I know you're asleep
You're not here but I let you in
That once
This present
So maybe for a few more seconds
before dreaming steals me away
I can imagine that we are winds together
Tumbling currents, a breeze,
and a storming hurricane.