But a moment ago

It’s only a moment
- you’ll be back soon,
when nighttimes’ need
is tended to,
but already
my hand
is caressing the space
you were in,
my palm
tasting your pillow,
fingertips taking in
the memory of
your scent
on your pillow,
where
but a moment ago,
you lay,
and breathed
and lived;
that space
my hand will gladly cede
to your living,
breathing, warm
scented return.

© Kayleen White, 2008

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