At night my half empty bed
fills my open arms
where you once lied
dreaming soundly with a pillow over your face
I lay here sleepless
the AC jumps to a start
And I lie here awake
half dreaming about your steady breath
Your intoxicating smell.
When did my bed become so cold?
Was it when I first felt your arms around me
as you slept?
I remember laying there awake
listening to your alien sounds
and relaxing but wondering
Why were we on the couch?
Why was I not welcome in your bed?
despite having done this myself to others.
I reached for you then since you calmed my fire
and I still reach for you
and you to me
over the vast expanse between us
our arms stretching hundreds of miles
through the heart of Texas
to each others hearts.
I will keep reaching for you
as long as you are willing to hold on as well
I will hold on to this new life
I will hold on to you at night
as you sleep
with your eyes closed tightly
underneath your pillow.