You don’t miss me now

but you will.

One cool day,

when morning is brisk,

the sheet’ll ride up

and you’ll know

what you miss.

The heat of my hand

slung over your hip.

My breath on your back,

the touch of my lips,

body fanned in your bed,

my calf pressed to your own.

You’ll wake up empty

and loveless

in your very own home.

~j~