Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray06 May 2015

I dream of the warmth of your body,
The press of flesh where my fingers touch,
The heat of your breath, the lingering feel
Of your palms as your arms embrace me.

I dream of you lying beside me.
I awake. You are not there.
I sit up, reaching, calling,
Ash in my heart, desolation on my skin.