This is the first night in I am lying the dark without you.
The room does not
breathe. It does not stir, it does not cough nor
sniff,
it does not
roll
over
and
seek
my hand
in the middle of
the night. It does not wander in the night.
It does not wander under the sheets and over naked flesh
that yearns for your touch, it does not wake to dawn
knocking at the window and say hello
good
morning
I can’t
wait
to start
the
day
with
you.