We lay in the moonlight
The snow falling gently just outside the window
Our hands touch
She takes my fingers
I hold on tight
The room is quiet
My tears are silent
At one tiny gasp, one irregular breath
She rolls to face me
She asks me three words
And when I shake my head
She pulls me close
Her grip is like a vice
My fingers lock her close
We hold on
Afraid to let go
Afraid to sleep
Afraid to see morning break just beyond the snow
I sit in a cramped chair
I watch the snow melt off the window
The sun is rising, blue and yellow over the horizon
It's just me now
I don't have her touch
I won't have it for months
But I have her smile
I have her voice in my head
Her laugh in my mind
Her kisses on my lips
Her touch on my skin
Her love writ into my body
She is not here with me
Not in the physical form
But she is always with me
She is always loving me
The sky isn't grey
The moon has set
Snow is nowhere to be found
But still I feel her touch
Still I note her smile
Still I hear her words
Feel her kisses
Hold her hand
See her face
I will count down the days
Until I can tell her I love her
Without an inch between us