I stare out in the space between

Into the darkened air dimly lit

By the overwatching presence of a sole candle’s flame

Lying in its wrought iron blanket

This rough denim feels like washed cotton

Against my cheek damp rivers stain its surface

My skin glows rosy alabaster in the light

An imprint of what was once was

When you radiated warmth

And told me that everything would fit into its rightful place

A jigsaw puzzle with a crucial piece absent

A breeze drifts over and reminds me

Of your gentle breath against the hollow of my ear

Where you could feel the thrum of my heart

And murmur lullabies into my skin as I lay drifting

I’m waiting still for you

And I wonder whether you are hidden in the fire’s grate as

I stare out in the space between