At night your arms are imaginary
Created from pillows on my bed
My heat strong enough to make them warm
I lie my head down and begin to cry
The day has been tedious and long
Yet you never fail me
You are always ready at a moment's notice
To caress my aching head
To catch my falling tears
To stay with me till morning
And if I listen very carefully
At times...
I can even hear your heartbeat.
Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
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