LOVING YOU WAS EASY,
LOSING YOU IS DEVISTATING
You were as delicate
as a lone chanterelle
waiting to be picked.
I cut through thorny
brambles effortlessly
guided by your radiant
glow.
Stunned by your absence,
I grope for you in bed
caressing your pillow
for a comforting scent.
I miss sleeping under
a shadow of your breast.
I crave your presence
like a lost child waiting
to be found by a parent.
I count the days until we
will lie next to each other
as loving coffinmates.