drown in a pool of you

The warm wind reminds me of you, and I long for it.
It screetches, screams at the crack in the window, begging to be let in.
I wonder why, I wonder what's so great about being in?
Why come in and be trapped when already you are free, warming the world?
I suppose you just want to fill it, warm it. You see how cold and empty it is, and you wish to fix it.
It's beautiful the way you do it.
With big warm gusts, you shake the world. Yet, it's not shook up.
You're gentle even at your mightiest, your warmth warming us all.
The trees move, the grass. Flowers sway, the waves cap. Amazing.
I long for it. I long to be surrounded, hidden, engulfed.
I long to be part of everything. Swaying with everything. Feeling with everything.
I ache with not knowing you, with not feeling you.
Our reunion, though fast approaching, is still too far out of reach.
All this time, all these other sides of you.
It's been so long, too long.
Time for us.
Almost.