I roll over and touch
the side of the bed, where you lay
when you stay
even empty, i sense your body
envision your dark haired contrast
on the white pillow case
where I bury my face, to catch your
scent
before sleep
i accept your absence, from many days
past
waiting in the wings of some great
play
where the first act
never
ends
Sandra L. Hazley
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