The Interim

Holding fast to my own empty sheets,

Never have I imagined with such clarity,

Felt so vividly in my head,

The touch of your hand on my cheek,

Or your fingers sifting through my hair.

Smiling and sighing,

Eyes closing, and fluttering

And catching
Mine.

Never have I missed

With such immediate intensity,

Never have I so vividly relived

A moment
I’ve not yet had.

2012