What do i do,
late at night
when I think of us together.

Your cascades of curls
falling soft and flowing against my face
like a motionless golden waterfall
making silent splashes against the white of the bed
enveloping me in comfort and sleep.

Your ocean blue eye's
closed tight behind peach lids
the icy water I swam in
that never told a lie
when i looked for them
in the silence of moments.

The rosy complexion of hidden hips
under shredded sheets
in the dark of the night
when I reached for something solid and soft
to bring close
and let me know i wasn't alone
in the abyss of the room
spinning slow and constant
around my foggy head.

The steady rising and falling
of the peaks and valley
of your supple chest
that let me know for sure
that motion was ok for my own lungs to commit
saving themselves
from the suffocation I wanted.

Breathing in the room where I knew
we would be together
and loving
and living.

What do i do,
late at night.
When I find myself alone;
and shivering in the cold;
and thinking of the things I've lost,
and loved.

I weep,
weep like an infant would
surrounded by any similar darkness
away from the one thing it loved.