Loneliness grips me in the night
like angina. I gasp for him.
Reaching beside, I feel nothing
but cold sheets, the absence of
his heat. I shiver.
Where is he to pull me closer
as he sleeps. His instinct, searching
for me. Asleep our bodies lay
as one. And tonight my body is
a half. For his dreams are my
dreams. My hopes, his
And when he is gone. I am
remiss.