I lay in bed, I can almost feel your body
The curve of your back reminds me of
A harp; elegant. Your voice the strings.
I kick the sheet in the air, light catches it
The whiteness, the pureness of you. Heat
Dissipates. Love dissipates. The draft lifts
My hair, as if you were stroking it gently.
Memories cling to the pillows, fragrant.
Now you’re gone, so has the heat, and love.