I awakened this morning to find my eyes still moist:
I wondered, "What happened?"
Then I remembered
Reaching for you once again…
Tapping the space next to me…
Feeling the pillow where your head should be.
Sleep is more intimate than sex:
Sleep demands trust, openness, vulnerability but
In a different dimension.
Lying beside someone,
Truths revealed unwillfully,
Breathing in another's scent as familiar as
How I long to reach across that
Long, uncharted space and
Find you there.