SLEEPING WITHOUT YOU

By Michelle Longo-Bloom

The night so long
morn not far off
in my mind, there plays a song
..."First Time"
before I wake to a crisp, cold frost.
I close my eyes
clenched; shut tight
with each restless breath
my heart it dies.
His touch, his smell - so vivid; so clear
no longer now
what once was there.
Absent space
once filled my muse
his tender hand,
his breath; his face.
My body won't rest
my soul it cries
a hole in my chest
my heart it dies.
As I lay and as I pray
my mind so longs
I hear them play
our chosen songs.
I lay so still
my silence screams
"no space" to fill
I close my eyes 
and my heart just dies.

Waking to the morning dew
my body frigid; my being lost
as I sleep void of you
I feel the air; the crisp, cold frost.

I close my eyes
and my heart; it dies.