i don’t think i’m
ever as beautiful
or as good as
when i’m with you,
and this bed is just

too big without you
next to me; your scent
lingers on the sheets
and when i close my
eyes, it feels like
you’re holding me
tight, like you’re right
there.

dreaming passes the
time between
departures and arrivals –
one day

i’ll wake up and
that familiar warmth,
it’ll be permanent.