I wake up in the morning
The first thing I think about is you.
For a while after your departure,
I only slept on the right side of the bed
You used to sleep on the left.
I sleep in the middle now.
I wake up and I am embracing a pillow
And for a moment, until I open my eyes,
Expecting you’re still there.
But it is only a pillow
And I miss your hair.
Sometimes, before your departure,
I would wake up at night.
In the total darkness, I would breathe you in.
My left hand would drift over and softly touch you.
I needed the assurance that you were still there.
That I wasn’t alone.
That I still deserved you.