I woke to find you sitting on the edge of the bed
my fingertips on gently your left forearm
You have linens wrapped around your legs, your upper torso
I felt my right hand upon your upper shoulders
I felt content to stay this way as long as I could
I closed my eyes
I opened them again to find my left hand gripping the linens
for a moment my right hand suspended soft in morning air
I held a tear, in a waking hour
I know I felt my fingertips caressing your skin
My hand dropped to the bed I felt the pain of loneliness
I knew dreams could not soon replace love.
©️ Scott F Savage 8/2020
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