I missed you breathing next to me in my bed
Your hand in mine
dreaming together in time
I reached out to your spot it lay empty from you
I woke with a start wondering what to do
Come back and stay
I hate it when you’re away
I miss your face,
your lips
Your soft gentle kiss
Your subtle sounds as you sleep
a curled position you keep
My love you are to me the place and time I always want to be
Poetry by Bryony Brook @forgottenbee
