In the darkest hour, I ask
“Are you awake, my love?”
The silence answers.
The sheets on the right side of the bed, untouched and cold
The sheets on the other, tangled and sweaty,
bear witness to hours of sleepless impatience.
“When?” I wonder aloud.
But no one is there to hear.
A deep and invading lonesomeness has crept into our bedroom
and taken up residence in your unfilled spot.
With all the love in the world at my fingertips,
I have never felt more alone and
our bed is still too big.
~ Mk Michaels, 2009
