The nights are hard
When I look next to me and
See an empty space
The place I have reserved for you
Remains vacant
Like the abandoned restaurant in the plaza square
The smell of you lingers on the cold pillowcase
I run my hands over the soft cotton
And it reminds me of how I run my hands over my favorite shirt of yours
I keep hoping you'll leave her and come to me
Like you always said you wanted to do
So that instead of secret touches in the day
We can have extended nights
And empty spaces will become
Writhing places
YOU ARE READING
Invading every thought
PoetryA book of poetry. These are my words, written about love, desire, romance, heartbreak, and all the feelings in between. My thoughts don't have to be spoken to be known. A work in progress.
