bed feels empty,
now that i have
known what it
feels to finally
have you lie
next to me
it feels so
cold without
you, freezing,
like i was
left out in
a raging storm
or a powerful
blizzard. . .

you used to
wake up at
odd hours
just to tell
me you were
sorry for
falling asleep,
i keep expecting
my phone to beep
or ring
or both and
see a message
you have left,
i love it when
you do that. . .

dinners are
never the same
if i don't
have you to
share them with,
i look forward
to your stories,
to anecdotes
about how your
day went, who
you saw, the
conversations
you have had
the lady in
the elavator
who bumped you,
the simple stuff,
i feel as if
i was there
with you too,
i wish i were. . .

letting go of
the hand that
grips mine so tightly
is becoming harder
and harder each day,
i hope i can
hold on to it
all the time and
not just partly

you said soon. . .
i'm gonna hold you to that alright?