I am finding solace in the soft white blanket that once lay neatly folded
At the foot of your bed.
The pale pink Roses seem to float against smooth fabric.
I lay next to you once, my head on your shoulder,
This blanket warm against our skin.
I felt so safe there
In that space beside you
Listening to your breath,
As it quietly reassured me
You were still here.
Now as I feel it wrapped around me
I wish it was,your arms
Your voice wishing me
Instead of the darkness drawing me into its vast empty
Where night lives. By J. Hamilton