Middle of the Night –
My pillow is too lumpy,
the fan is too high,
and I think of you.
I wonder if you are dead
so I check your Facebook page
and your last post is old.
So I check hers
and there are your pictures
… you both look so happy.
Missing you seems wrong.
I tell myself that I am happy
for the two of you.
But a pain rises in my heart
as a small breeze
that grows into a tempest.
Hot tears run down my face
like a cleansing river
clearing old memories
of you and me,
laughing so much … so happy.
Dancing late at night in Spain
at a bar with too many waiters.
You looked at me with love
and held me tight.
I thought it would last forever.
Pain,
hello again,
I will take care of you.
Breathing in and out
I cradle you
and I put you to bed.
Moon shadows cascade over us,
and a soft rain lulls us to sleep.
Goodnight pain.
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