From the depths
Of the night
I spring awake,
Calling out as I
Reach for you,
Only to find
My arms and
My bed empty,
Again.
I can hear
The slow rain falling
Upon the skylight,
The lonely sound
A perfect accompaniment
To the sense of loss
You have left me with.
I called your name,
Somehow knowing it
In the depths
Of my heart
In that sweet moment
Of heaven,
Only to have it
Slip away,
One more aspect of
Your phantom self.
Though you
Are not here now,
You were here
Just moments ago,
Whispering soft words
As you gave me pleasure,
But once again
You've left me
Without leaving me
Your name.

c. 2020
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