The corner of the bed
how far
away…
I wonder as the
pillow props
holds…cradles.
Watching her shoulder
her soft hand…
feeling the white
of the sheet
the still warm bedroom
air
sitting on
skin.
Feel the motion of a leg
unseen, moving
a smile
forming.
A rumple of dark hair
across the white duvet,
settled…
in a valley, seen
briefly, the
sound
of a breath,
a murmur;
the clock.
Rolling slowly
over to
look
for a minute
longer…