The Bed

It catches me every time.
Somewhere between awake
and asleep,
wrapped in that gray curtain
of wistful haze
I reach out.

My hand gently running across
your pillow.
Breathing in deeply the fragrance
that is you.
Trailing down what was your side
Cold now.

I know that space so well.
Still you lie there
in my dreams
Somewhere between awake
and asleep
Wrapped in that gray curtain
Of wistful haze
I still reach for you.