A poem just for you

Jean

A poem just for you

Last night in my sleep I wrote a poem for you in my head.
Just a small poem. This morning it’s still there.
It refuses to go away.
I know why.
It wants you to see it on paper, so here it is.
Every second I die a little.
Not a moment goes by without a thought of you.
Just small thoughts.
Like that dimple on your back and the way your right hand moves.
This morning I woke up at seven.
It is still dark.
Not a whiff of wind in the morning light.
Even the dogs are silent.
What a miserable morning waking up without you.
I miss you.

Sano