Your Side of the Sheet

The break of day can bring a special treat,
when I awake to find the only trace
of you is your still warm side of the sheet.
I hear your movement in another place,
so all is well. I spread to fill your space
and breathe the warmth of you, and ponder how
this really is enough for me, for now.

Douglas Hall

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