Nighttime

Posted on 17 Jul 17


Nighttime

by Shannon Nara

There are moments
That blur the reality
When I slide into bed
Or roll over
Or half wake
That I feel you
Your breath on my neck
You hand reaching for mine
Your whispered,
“I’m home.”

 

And for a split second
A deep warmth
Fills my entire body
Into my fingers and toes
Into my heart
And then it’s gone
Your breath on my neck
Your hand reaching for mine
Your whispered,
“I’m home.”

 

As tears spill down
I repeat our mantra
Soon, you’ll be here
Back to our home
Back to our new life
When reality is as real as
Your breath on my neck
Your hand reaching for mine
Your whispered,
“I’m home.”

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