I search for you in the dark
under the illusion of a dream
in which you are here,
you are mine, sleeping next to me.
In this dream I see you
lying on your back
arms at ease above your head.
You breathe deep and slow
your chest rises and falls
steady, in a way that i could never match.
I choose this moment to pull you closer to me.
Once you are resettled, I kiss your cheeks.
Sometimes you don't notice when I do this.
I like it best that way.
Somehow it helps me remember what it feels like
to be pressed against your cheek
when I am alone trying to pass the night,
with only a pillow to cling to.
I move again, leaning on my elbow,
now looking down on you.
At this point, I can't help but kiss your lips,
hoping that
everything im not saying in this moment
might be passed from my lips to yours
as I perform this simple act of affection.
When I kiss you a second time
you slowly wake and respond by
sleepily kissing me back.
I smile when you open your eyes
tell you that "I love you, beautiful.'
It is now that I wake up
reaching, searching for you in the dark,
hoping maybe, just maybe,
you might be here after all.
