Loneliness

some nights I wake

to a familiar touch

a soft whisper

warm breath 

upon my skin

~

I reach 

but you are not there

~

I gasp to breathe 

the air heavy on my  chest

~

I listen yet there are no longer 

whispers to be heard

~

I see nothing in the

blackest night

~

I feel only the cold breath 

of loneliness upon my skin

~

I cry, but my cries

are drowned by

the silence

~

Jean

6-26-13 ©