I loved those shared hours over our years
In the still of the night.
Beside you in the darkness, sweet darkness, sweet nights
I would often lay beside you hearing your soft breathing
Slight murmured words from your dream.
And I would turn and move closer to you
Trying so hard not to disturb you.
My sweet lady
I loved the feeling of your body heat against mine as …
… I rested my hand your on your side and sighed in contentment, in tender love. In utmost pleasure at the feel of your soft skin.
And often I would wake as dawns soft light entered our bedroom
Diffused by curtains but a noticeable grey of a fresh day.
And I was content. I was in love.
With that love beside me
But now I sleep alone, in awful isolation
And I awaken and can imagine your gentle breathing still
Ghosts inhabit my nights now
But you are not there, and tears begin to seep from my eyes
At your distance
At my loss.
And now I hate those quiet nights, alone and without you.
Plans unfulfilled, although we could have
Dreams ended. All hope is gone.
All love has left this life now.
And dawns pale grey light only reminds me
I have another day to get through without you.
Until another lonely still night comes.
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