I woke up this morning: pale, blue dawn - winter comes. The sound of your breath all around me, lingering. Your warmth, tucked beside me. My eyes fluttering while rolling over - You are not there, of course.
Slowly the blinking - the glare of daylight; Slowly the silence - warning: it's too early. Quickly the snuggle against a pillow barricade: Like a jolting disturbance - dreaming resumes. Faint shivers, warm touches fading.
Sleep numbs the world into safety once more.
II
A gloomy afternoon, pouring rain, the smell of wet streets, coolly pressing my skin. I tug the fleece over nodding muscles: gone. Then - an echoing ripping me into the falling rain.
A voice that is yours in subconsciousness- I hear you within these walls: my heart pounds. Sleep ruptured and dreams dissolve; You are not here amongst the rain: And, I am not soaked because of the downpour outside.
III
There's no one here. Just a bird beyond the window.
Where are you, then? You used to be here, I recall. Or were you... were you ever really here at all?
IV Some days are like this: awakening, reaching for your hand; slumbering wears off with each blinking second: And I forget you inside fading dreams. I get up to face my days, feeling like there is no one I miss. \