I woke up wanting your arms around me.

I put my contacts in,
brushed my teeth,
and looked into the mirror
wanting to catch your loving glance.

I poured coffee in a souvenir mug,
mixed vanilla cream and sugar,
and forgot I hated coffee
wanting you to kiss me as you took the mug.

I placed clothes on my tired body,
a barrette in my curled hair,
and blush on my cheeks
wanting to feel them get warmer when you smiled.

I drove to work,
hit every red light,
and listened to the radio
wanting to hear you sing the words wrong.

I waited for your call at 8:10,
for you to tell me you love me,
for our Wednesday lunch date
wanting for this to just be a nightmare.

I walked into an empty house,
your jacket hung on the staircase railing,
a ***** sock without a match in the laundry basket,
and the bed unmade
wanting to find you under the comforter.

I go to bed wanting your arms around me.