Awakening, my brain still fuzzy
Stretching, my body stiff from sleep
Reaching, my hand touches cold pillow
Remembering, you are no longer there

Opening, my eyes see the bareness beside me
Longing, my arms ache to hold you
Knowing, I mean nothing to you
Wondering, where you are now.

Musing, will I find love again?

Jen Fuller

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