Sometimes at night you are here
breath stirring my hair
hand warm on my hip.
Flat of my feet against your knees
shoulders against your chest
safe inside your curve.
If I turn, I know how you’ll look
blue eyes closed
mouth slightly open
So young in your sleep.
Pink morning light outlines your jaw
on the flowered pillowcase
I can smell your cologne:
You open your eyes with a drowsy smile
and vanish with the alarm clock’s ring
not a dent in the pillow
It’s been a year today
When do I start getting over you?