Somewhere In The Night

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.