Tuesday, February 16, 2021

in the emptiness

 

my bed, when you are away,

is empty and cold.

your scent fades from the pillow

like the last hint of a mountain echo.

i draw the blankets tight around me

and dream of your soft skin;

the love in your eyes.

 

i know you are asleep

dreaming your own dreams,

your hair a dark storm,

your breath measured and deep.

you reach out for me in the emptiness

and i am there.

 

                11/19/11

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