It's in the *****, cluttered sheets,
that I see you.
In the strands of hairs,
that are left behind.
The constant humming,
as he slowly wakes up.
The extended arms,
and the simple smile as he looks at me.
These gestures and actions,
can't help but bring you to mind.
No longer in your bed,
but in anothers.
Wrapped in their arms,
and extremely far from yours.