Emerging from the depths of slumber,
slowly;
eyelids fluttering to life.
A glance aside, and a vague moment in time,
begins to flood my consciousness.
Twisted blankets and ruffled sheets,
for an instant lead me to believe that lying just there,
the remnants of my lover's air.

And then, drifting slowly,
arrived,
the sinking truth of my imagination's lies.
My lungs filling up with disappointment's sighs,
quiet as the passing of time.
The desires of my mind,
both plagued and surfacing to life.

As if not just to keep me warm,
the covers hug the folds of my skin and the bends of my bones,
stifling the vast loneliness of my soul,
from seeping from the comfort of my dreams into the cold.

Lies my body, dead, awake,
A numbing hold of me one cannot shake.
No words, no say, seemingly, I lay,
while seeking out the wandering thoughts,
stumbling blind, through jungles, lost
branches crossed of heartbreak's cost,
and every leaf to fall, exhaust.