In the Still of the Night
In the still of the night
I feel you close to me;
In the still of the night
Your body touches mine;
In the still of the night
We embrace each other;
In the still of the night
You are mine.
But, in the morning light
There is nothing.
I acknowledge my fantasy –
It was all just a dream.
All that is left
Is a cold space beside me,
Where once
Your body could have been.
Copyright © Lynn Partridge | Year Posted 2023
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