I dreamt of you last night
laying next to me
laughing and contented.
The light of night deflected by curtain,
glowing on the lines of your face and arm.
The soothing trance of you fingers
slowly tracing invisible shapes across my skin.
But I open my eyes
to the cold night light on an empty pillow;
not quite empty;
a single black hair;
your silent herald.
I stare at that small envoy of you
trying not to breath
trying to keep what little of you is here here.
But I can’t.
My eyes will close.
I will sleep and that hair will drift away
like the laughs in the night.
I close my eyes and see you
staring and trying not to breath
as you come out of a dream to glimpse
a single long red hair
keeping watch on the pillow next to yours
