I miss it when he is lying next to me. My hip against his waist. Legs intertwined and fingers the same.
Breathless, yet no action. Every other time, object, memory and person is a haze, Something in the distance, Something to forget.
This stillness is my happiness. Tired eyes and tired smiles. The drift. The desire to stay awake so not to lose the feel of him; The nearness of him.
into broken sleep.
Waking up at every movement. Waking up every time my other heart awakes.
© Greta Alise Haley