I woke up, only to claw back toward sleep,
but your smile had already slipped,
your face dissolved into the dark corner,
and the space where I wish you were,
hold only my gentle whisper to you.  

Outside, the drizzle writes a symphony,
breeze combing through the tress sent a shiver,
small cheek-spotted sparrows scatter upward,
each chirp, each wingbeat humming your name.

While everything around keeps going on,
I'm slowly learning to hold absence,
like a sparrow holds the wind,
not by grasping, but letting it pass through.