Nightmares come to visit in teams which win
right before the world reveals itself again.
The black blanket that never seems to touch
my skin feels cold as it trembles and longs
for the warmth that radiates from the insides
of her arms. I turn my head to her side
of their bed, pillows still smell of her hair.
For a split of a second, the lightning
shed light on the emptiness of her shelves
where her clothes and clutter belonged. Only
shall my eyes rest again, when she returns.