I miss being held tightly
Swiftly, thusly as the wind chill
Routine, teeth brushed, peck lips
I miss this, nightly.
As winds of change leave us on opposite ends of our history.
I saw a couple in a movie that reminded me of us.
You tossing and turning, droning on about the last thing that was on Your mind trying not to worry. Me trying not to fuss.
No matter how uneasy, or weary, or fraught with anxiety.
A good spooning would always offer needed sobriety.
You seemed to have a hold on me, until you decided to let go.
I now sleep alone on both sides of the bed on both pillows.