His shape remains among the rumpled sheets.
My hands smooth out his legs.
I feel his warmth still.
The pillow held his head,
Holds it still, in form.

Bending to the tousled white,
I breathe in our night’s love.
Passion relived – a rush of desire.
Too long to long.

We were wedded in our bed,
Joined,
A single goal.
Moving as one, we sighed,
Sighs became moans
And – later – cries.

After
He rolled aside.
And we lay,
Smiling at the ceiling.