Constant Ache

The coolness of the sheets on my skin as I touch the vacant place where you have been.

I stretch, expanding my body to feel the space.

All I want is to turn and see your handsome face.

It’s a warm night, but I still feel cold.

Laying here all alone is getting old.

I’ve heard stories of those with a love so great they can’t ever be apart.

Yet here I lay with this deep, heavy ache in my heart.

This was once a place that brought me peace, filled with laughter and the sounds of love.

Now the silence of whispered memories is broken by the sound of my tears.

If I try hard enough I can feel you holding me close.

But when I open my eyes you’re gone like a ghost.