The Cold Light of Morning

I dreamt about you again last night and when I woke, I cried. 

I could almost feel your hand on my hip, your breath on my neck. 

I could almost believe you were here with me. 

But, I know that can never be.

Lazing mornings filled with warm, welcomed whispers and kitten-soft kisses are over. 

You are lost to me – gone. 

And, I’m alone.