Remembrance

He is solid, he is real.

He is mine. 

Nausea consumed coffee

Over probing discourse

His gentle smile authentic

His soft gaze assuring

"When can I see you again?"

Fragile contact between sleep

Quiet confessions between breaths

His limp arms reaching

His tepid warmth embracing

"What are you thinking about?"

Bedtime routines, which tie?

Pajamas and fresh suit

His shaking hands revealed

His commitment, surprising  

"Is that a yes, then?"

Brittle emotions with no names

Consume all lights in a room

His scent is reliable, hes there

He is solid, he is real

He is mine.