C.J. Heck (August 10 / Born in Columbus OH - now lives in PA)

Somewhere in the night
you lie on your own bed
tucked in with your thoughts,
your head making its
familiar dimple in the pillow

where I loved to bury my face,
your him-scent as fresh there,
as it was when you owned it.

Somewhere in the night
I know you think of me
and you wonder where I am,
if I ever think of you,
and in between, you wrestle
with the could be’s and
might have been’s the same as I.

How I wish the morning
would come and bring a day
so fastly speeding, fully charged
and ever short with much to do.

Somewhere in the night
where the minutes slow and
every second lingers longer,
your gentle spirit is by my side
in the place where love goes
when it won’t fade out
and never sleeps.