I think of your kiss,
Softly on my neck at night.
My hand reaches out.
I find nothing there.
For a moment, I forgot.
I sigh with regret.
My heart won’t believe
That you are not here with me.
I ache for your touch.
I miss your whispers
As I fall asleep at night.
Like a lullaby.
Each night it’s the same.
I call for you in my sleep.
But you are not there.
Morning comes. I reach.
Feeling nothing but fresh sheets.
I turn and I cry.
Tears run down my face.
For part of my heart shattered
When you left this Earth.
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For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Think and Fresh.
