Really

I watch you sleeping
and I’m transported miles and hours
and days
to when I was there.
“Come next to me,” and I am there.
If I close my eyes:
I can feel your lips,
remember the rise and fall of your chest,
the warmth of your arms and legs, wrapped around mine.
Tonight I hear your worries.
I’m worried too.
But this is the path we chose,
together
and only time will tell.
You ask me if I love you –
really.
You ask me if I miss you –
really.
And I do, really.

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