Cold morning light begins to peep
furtively through the bedroom curtains,
waking hiding shadows,
forcing them into existence.
Slowly, I rouse from a disturbed sleep,
bad dreams already beginning to fade
I sense your body close to mine,
your warmth, soft and comforting,
I feel your hand gently stroke my thigh;
Drowsily, I turn to face you,
to embrace you.
Not fully awake I force my eyes open,
loneliness stabs at my heart
as I try desperately
not to fall into
the empty space next to me.
offer their company.