Without You

I'm tossing and tossing,
Turning and turning,
The best I get are one hour stretches of sleep,
Yet another okay night,


Yet another night without you,
I understand the concept of want,
But this need,
The pining,
This yearning for a person.


The one that digs it's talons into my flesh,
And makes our bed colder than it should be,
That's the one I don't understand.


It's the one that makes my thoughts drift to you,
Even in my sleep,
It's the one that makes me think that if you were here,
In our bed.
It won't be an okay night.
The one that makes me know,
I can't wait for you to be.
Again.

The one that makes me know,
That right now,
As of this moment...
I really just want you here.
In our bed.


This bed,
With me.
Is where you need to be right now,
The only place I want you to be.

Your eyes,
The way they turn into not so little slits when you stare,
At me.

Your lips,
The way they curve when you smile,
That smile,
At me.

Your hands,
The way they grab,
Hold,
Support,
Me.

I miss you.
I love you.
I want you.
Here.

Come home.
Now.

Poem by Nene