How gently the breeze blows
Like a feather touching bare skin
Almost as if breath
I was only out moments
Stood In the garden
No reason just to stare
Stare up at the sky
They said I'd see a comet
All I see is cloud
But oh the intoxication
The scent of the sea
Stark contrast to the storm
One day breeze
One day storm

My pillow's stained...

by all those nights
we slept


alone.

Do you reach for me
in the absence of sleep...

letting your fingers
playfully tease the cold
from empty sheets

tracing the indentation left
from another

unwelcome
yet sweetly whispered

Goodnight.

Do your eyes softly focus
not
upon the darkness
but lingering gently over the contours
of ruffled folds
filled with the ache of each new night

without me there

as I do as I always do

when I reach
for

you.