January 27, 2009

Snow Angel

Nick is away again - Italy this time.

I wrote something about the irresistible tang of that missing feeling, so that when he is brewing up coffee and grinning handsomely at something I said, I can remind myself just how lucky I am. Sometimes it's good to miss someone.

Snow Angel

Goose down comfort this catch in my sigh
Make me a snow angel of tears on the blotting pillow
A warm occiputal impression of longing
Next to me an unwritten linen sheet
No trace of sleeping head laid to rest
Scentless and barren
Empty bed

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