Done, Undone.

As her arm slid out
From under her pillow,

And reached

A cold and rather

Biting bed sheet,
She froze,
And pulled back
Her arm, still reaching,
Unsure,
And fell back to sleep.

While she dreamt
Of sunshine,
And red Calla Lilies,
And hands intertwined,
Succinct and lithe,
A smile returned
To a face that'd forgotten
What it meant to be
Sunny,
And irrationally blithe.

But a dream is a dream,
How ever hard you try
It ends,
Whether twisted
Or sprayed in calm,
Eyes to the ground,
She walked in the rain
No surprise when she found
Fisted,
Her heart and her palms.

The ache.

There is this ache

That starts at the bottom of my neck

And ends at my heart.

But the pain never ceases.

I remember my head on your shoulder.

Watching your chest rise

And in perfect rhythm, fall.

And fall.

I wait for your warmth

To engulf my being again.

To hear your laughter.

And fill my heart’s hollow silence.

Oh what would I give

To watch you bury your face in my lap again.

To feel your smile reach my face.

And wish good riddance to these tears.

Hold me, from a far.

Lie with me.

Close my eyes, and put me to sleep.

And wake me up only when you’re here.