Your side of our bed aches
To feel the ease with which
Your long curves slip between the sheets
Your pillow bereft of your breath
No longer sighs under the weight
Of your head as your cheeks
Caress its feathered down
The fetid air yearns to be disrupted by your scent
As you gracefully turn over
Reaching toward me
As the early morning light
Seeps through the shuttered window.