I can feel you
The possibility of you
Curled at my back
Fingers running through the short hair at the nape of my neck that I know needs to be cut
Nails scratching
Gently
Your wrist brushes my spine right where it meets my shoulders
A sweet pressure that I embrace, lean into
I cannot smell you or taste you but I hear your slow breath, muffled by my pillow.
Feeling the warmth you provide even in the cold
Even without you
I close my eyes, it’s all I can do, and breathe as you breathe
I wait, hold myself, knowing that one day I will turn, rolling over in the dark
And bump shoulders with you
And will smell your scent
Taste the sweat of your skin
That I will not be alone with the thought of you forever
This is not a taunt or a torture
Simply a foretelling of something that will be