Homesick

Homesick

I remember 
how my breath would hover

somewhere 
between hope and longing

the curious loneliness of watching you sleep
missing you while you were dreaming
without me...

carefully trying to nestle beneath your lifeless arm

placing your hand to rest against my heart
silently pleading

"I am here"
my own arms 
never enough

Never enough...
to keep my wanting contained

Angela Minard 2015©