Sunlight pours in;
and memories wash over me
of the sunsets bathing you
in sanguine tears.

I can still smell you on my pillow.
The space beside me now empty,
The room dark and still.
Time moving slower,
As if to make me wait.
My mind drifting back
To the fire that burned
Just hours before.
The faint scratch marks
Throbbing warmly as I smile.
I close my eyes
And wait to dream you,
Back into my bed…