He's Gone

Gregory left three days ago and he calls me every day to speak to me and ask me how things are. And in all our time sleeping together he has never left my side. This is his first time going on a trip without me. A trip that he isn't really sure when he'll be back. I know he said he'll be back in two weeks time but he also said it might take longer. I've missed him, I've missed his warmth on our bed. How he'll hold me close, I've missed how he'd give me a massage when I needed it. I've missed how his voice would brush against my skin when he would speak so close. Oh how I've missed him. I've gotten addicted to his smell, his touch, his voice near me and his very presence. You know how a drug addict can't do without their drug?I think I've gotten to that extent without even realising it. The only thing that has made me realise it is his departure. Sometimes I sleep with his shirt on to get his pine wood smell on me. I know it's insane but there's no helping it. I'm not sure but I think