My bed, freshly covered in your scent, criss-crossed by our well-worn trails, one to the other...now, in my craving for you, in my stillness with myself, a wide, clean horizon, an expansive geography. Instantly, Siberia.
A game that we played, the honeymoon's over.
That was our joke yesterday.
Laughing to myself at my lovelorn heart and the language it conjures in the night.
Glad to remember your breathing here, next to mine.
Glad for the quiet space to stretch my bones into, alone once again.