Your Presence I Miss Poem by Jade Heathfield

Slide my hand,
Across the bed,
You are not there,
Alone instead.

Your smell still strong,
I breathe you in,
But you are gone,
I cannot win.

You gave me a kiss,
As you left me tonight,
But you're presence I miss,
It can't hold me tight.

I toss and I turn,
The sheets cold as ice,
For you I yearn,
My only vice.

I hear a faint creak,
That familiar sound,
Hearing you speak,
I quickly turn round.

And in the doorway,
Your silhouette stands,
I'm glad that you'll stay,
To hold me and my hands.