there are times
when I go to sleep
imagining you there beside me
your arms tight around me
how much I with that was true. . .
to wake up next to you
gazing into your sleepy eyes
knowing that this is where I belong
if only. . .
for now I awake to an empty bed
full of dreams, desires
unfulfilled as of yet
but with hope still burning
within my aching heart
and I fall asleep alone
my dreams full of you
wishing that the gust of air
against my neck
was your breath
I can only hope. . .

© Johanna Fugitt 2017