Yesterday I woke up
With the first rays of the sun.
A condemned spirit
Haunting my own bed.

I lay, thinking of yours;
Soft like the skin
I used to press
Against my own.

I fantasize
Of laying there again
Whispering the things
I was once afraid to say.

And you would hold me
A cosmic oneness,
Two loving souls,
A golden energy.

All hurt would dissipate,
A bad dream fading.
Your eyes gazing to me
A small brown dot in green.

I would caress,
Tickle you softly
Together we would find
All things to be okay.

But--the sun creeps in
Reality harshly follows.
My bed is rough
My pillows, like rocks.