Spooning
Two esses spooning,
your kiss
in my dream
lingers ghostly
on my lips
that breathe
i miss you.
My legs curl
around the pillow
then stretch to search
the cold sheets
on your side.
The shape of waking
is a cup
holding
your absence.
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The presence of the absence
how is it so heavy?
“cup” should be
“a bowl of a spoon”
You have captured that special emptiness of a beloved partner gone