Lies in her bed
Thoughts a million miles away.
She sees him standing there
Lingering in the distance.
She knows him so well
Welcomes him in her every day.
For a second she remembers his touch
Her impish love excites as never before.
The flowers he sent,
She pressed into the pages of a favourite text.
It’s well worn and rough around the edges,
Dog eared from affection and age.
She fingers the pressings
Remembering the moments when hands brushed
As shadows passing in the night.
She breaths him in
His scent lingers seductively:
She takes her thoughts of him
And her wistfulness plays a sought after tune.