I wake in the morning and wander
through the house in my skin
and in the warmth of thoughts of you
even though you are far away
and across that gulf
you won’t cross, won’t cross
my cross and yours
my coffee warms my mouth
my thoughts of you warm
my heart, flush my skin, touch
my soul with anemone filaments
and fires and goosebump caresses
here in the morning
wandering in the warmth
amidst my thoughts of you
Charissa's Grace Notes 
So beautiful and intimate. Even though these are your personal words, the reader can apply it within the framework of their life, too. It could be the literal missing someone who lives far away…or a person present in their kitchen. Loved this!
Thank you, LM…this came from a very deep and quite intimate interior place