Sometimes in the dark hours of the night I reach for you. That space where you should be so cold and empty. Pillow not even creasedWith the weight of your head. Sheets not warmed by your heat. Silent tears of aching desire fall unheeded alone. Heart pulsing with want, need and sorrow. Sometimes in the dark hours of night I dream of you. The sticky sweet of your voice echoes in my ears. Your scent soft and musky dimly remembered. The taste of your salty skin on my lips. The velvet of your flesh touching mine. Sweet pleasure of two hearts becoming one. Sometimes in the dark hours of the night.