Yearning

She lays silently in the blackness of the pre-dawn hours
listening only to the sound of her own breathing
remembering with bittersweet sorrow
the feel of her lovers last kiss
When will she feel his touch again?
How deep can this pain penetrate her soul?
Does he long for her the way she longs for him?
Will he remember her always?
Her concentration is broken by a sudden movement on the bed
He slips between the sheets
Returning to her he reaches out and touches her cheek with a gentle kiss
How was work she asks as she melts into him


This is:
What now?... With Paula