Where You Are

a poem about love lost

Where You Are

I lay my unclad body down
upon the open bed,
gentle whisperings of a fan
blowing skin.
And I think of you.
Eyes closed,
I remember your touch
moments
that dance around
in a time far behind.
And I long
to drag you into my room,
or go back to meet you
where you are.


JMariah

"WFTH Poetry Contest - ON HIATUS "