Warm Spot

The early rays stream through my blinds.
I wake to your scent, the smell of you.
The peppermint from your toothpaste lingers in the air,
stinging my nose.
All around me, the memory of us hangs,
in dark frames our smiles forever frozen.
To be warmed up by the light from the break of dawn.

Your shirt drapes over mine,
like the way you watch over me,
the way you protect me.
Your jeans on the floor,
crumpled and careless.

I roll over to your part of the bed,
to start my day.
I feel a familiar sensation all over my body.
Your warmth in the sheets,
a warm spot.
I swear I can feel your body again.
Then, it hits me,
jolts me,
rudely,
till I fully awaken -
you're not here with me.

I Miss You