I lie in bed at night
and feel the warmth of your skin
radiating heat and safety
in the darkness of your room
and I feel whole

Laying a hand on your bare chest,
I pray to the God of your religion
or any religion
who will just hear my prayer
my plea, my cry
to guide and protect you now

I fade into unconsciousness
knowing that all happiness
is in this room
and that I must cling to it, cherish it
as I drift into sleep

The hour is quickly approaching
where I must leave this holy place,
this place that has filled me
with such hope

My heart aches at the thought
of not seeing your shape
sprawled out in the heat next to mine
or feeling the gentle flutter of your lips
on my face
as you disappear before dawn

It's a daunting despair
that promises to leave me
with a hole in my heart
the size of your hand

And yet, it is my favorite kind of pain
a pain that decrees
there are things in life
which are so good and so real
that I am able to hurt so deeply

It is for this sweet sadness
this soul crushing ache
that I know that the world is good