I lie here, staring at the ceiling, and I miss you.
The stillness gently stirred by your breathing,
The sound of your hair sliding from the pillow,
The scents of the day rising from your skin,
The emanating heat of your body in repose.
A space lies empty beside me, undisturbed;
Duvet in quiet slumber, chaos contained;
Sheets unpressed by the weight of day.
Only one heart beats in the silence.
Only one mind wanders in the dark.
Only one body occupies the space of two.
I lie here, vision blurred, alone and I miss you.