Each day I wake,
and in a dwam I reach across
to the empty space beside me.
My dreams,
where his chest is my pillow,
fade into the morning light.
And my heart again fills
with the aching emptiness
that my dreams did - momentarily -
chase away.
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A dreamer's morning, escaping from a lonely night to another empty day. Beautiful write....10+