Dreams of Warmth

My favorite position is the one that involves you beside me,

A place you have vowed to never be.

Still, I reach my hand across the bed and feel.

I hold my breath and stay still,

Hoping and wishing.

I dream of your return and get twice the hurt when I wake.

Reality stares me in the face but, I shift my glance away.

The little moments of happiness are all I desire.

I do not care if they only help to deepen my hurt.

I’ll take it everyday and I’ll do so without thinking.