seaside

Salty sea breeze

Crystal magma mirror
Flow around and through me
Slow the passage of time

longest night of the year

i cannot believe

how much i feel your absence

to awaken to a bed with ample real estate

means so much less than your warmth

the floors and the seats in this house

spots once occupied by us

drain the strength from my chest

they yearn for touch like me

blankets clumped about

turn to me as if asking where

their daily-perching bird has flown

i'm not sure how to tell them

who thought mornings without you

could ever be this dull

if this is a morning without you

i don't want morning at all