New poem by Carter Billis

LATE

The blankets I’m wrapped up in

Keep my fingers from turning blue

But true warmth is unattainable

If I’m here without you.

I reach for you occasionally

As if I’ll be able to feel you breathing

And you just rolled over in courtesy

Since you were snoring rather loudly.

If I saw you there next to me

I would want to wake you up,

Not just to disturb your sleep,

But because I liked it when we would stay up and talk.

Now I get excited and go to shake you,

But the only thing I find next to me is my sheet,

Not as soft as the touch of your skin

And nowhere near as warm as you would be.