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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