Lovesick

The morning light awakens my mind, but my eyes are closed. I'm wrapped in the warmth of the bed. It holds me like you did the night before. How you made me ache for you.

I remember how you pulled me in for a kiss, like so many times before. This is comfortable. This is peaceful. This is home.

But this time is different. Your hands a little firmer. Your lips a little hungrier. I feel your touch ripple down to the ends of my fingers and toes. Innocent anticipation. My breath rises to match yours.

"May I?" You say. Yes. Always yes. The asking of the question bewitches me and my answer is always yes.

I struggle to speak. Struggle to do much of anything but cling to you as you melt me and make me yours. What a difference between night and day. There I am strong and confident. Here I am weak - in the very best of ways.

I shake at the peak and call out your name. You are proud of me. You love me. You take care of me. After shocks lap like waves against the shores. I listen to them slowly fade. Hold me while we sleep my love. I am safe in your arms. Let your soft snores lull me to sleep.

Morning. I wake to an empty bed. You are nearly ready to leave. You will soon be gone. I find you by the door tying your laces.

No. Please don't go.

A quick hug and then you close the door behind you. I watch your car drive away and my chest caves in. Tearless crying. Empty, scratching in my chest. I fall to my knees and try to breathe. When I will see you again? How you make me ache for you.