Love In The Afternoon

I wake up in the night our bed is an ocean I feel starkly alone and reach out to feel your presence. An empty space, I panic switch on the bedside light and call your name. You have been to the loo, ok, tell me not to fuzz, lie down and squeeze my hand. I switch off the bedside light and the night continues as you gently snore, it is your silence I fear. Dawn I wake up and count the beams on the bedroom ceiling, eight it’s always eight. And it worries me if I should live longer then you and only count seven bedroom beams