The ghost on the other side of the bed
Is thin in bones
And thick with need
He
Is tired and reaches a hand out
To touch me
He
Is years in the future
While I'm tucked into the past
He
Fingers the duvet between us
And offers a smile
He
Searches inside my eyes
For secrets I want him to find
The ghost on the other side of the bed
Disappears
And I crash into sleep