We used to be as one,
when he would make love to me,
arms and legs and lips entwined,
but now he is in his world
and I am in mine...
alone, groping in the night
for something, anything
to let us know we
are not alone.
I climb under covers
on a giant king-sized bed
taking up one tiny strip
on the left side and wonder
how he and I used to
fill the bed up with
limbs and blankets and
torsos and pillows,
our heads leaned to
one another to share
whispers in the night.
Our laughter filled the room,
made the space tiny and
intimate, warm...
Now, I sleep alone
on my own cloud,
cold and adrift
in a vast sky.
My flowered cloud,
his plaid one,
and the air currents
carry us further
and further away
from what was once
a magical fusion,
a love storm.