All night long
I felt your absence,
burning.
In the pre-dawn hour,
hugging the warmth
of your shadow,
I sensed a beat
but no breath.
Behind the door
of my dreams
I whispered your name;
sorrow resonated
in the aftermath of silence.
I awoke this morning
on your side of the bed,
cold and unfamiliar,
adrift.
Since you left
I am at sea,
until you return
I’m lost,
in self-mutiny.