The imprint of your spine <br /> on my skin. <br /> The scent of you lingers <br />on the sheets. <br /> <br />I curl into the warm space you left <br /> in the bed beside me. <br /> Bury my nose in the pillow <br /> where your head rested. <br /> <br />Your handprints burn <br /> on my skin. <br /> Trails of nameless warmth remain <br />where your fingers lay. <br /> <br />In sleepless night I reach <br /> to your vacant space. <br /> In dumb hope I search for <br /> your flesh – yielding firm. <br /> <br />I twist away from your <br /> vacated space. <br /> I curl in vain in my single bed <br />- too big without you.<br /><br />Hannah Barham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imprint-5/
