Smoke.
It billows out from
my lips as they curl
into a jeer,
waiting patiently
for your figure
to appear
beside me in our
bed.
But for now, I take
another drag
and anxiously
stare at the door.

Glory.
When you finally
grace me
with your presence.
You crawl into bed
and bury your face
into the crook of my
neck, weeping.
It’s been far too
long since I last
saw your beautiful smile
and felt your warmth.

Rapture.
I wake up and forget
where I am,
and you’re no longer beside
me.