© photo by michelle bryant
like many others,
i wake to the sun shining through the window
with the thought of you on my mind.
and i turn-
but the pillow bears no resemblance to you.
the kisses i received,
the tenderness of your caress,
the touch of your skin against mine,
were reciprocated in my mere dreams.
and so i lie here
gasping in this memory.
refusing to let go-
of the memory,
© michelle bryant