Each night, my body turns restlessly,
Swimming through perspiration.
While hoping no, praying,
That maybe, God willing,
I catch a whiff of your perfume,
Buried in the soul of my pillowcase.
It’s been a few days,
Which feel like weeks or even years.
I know this is a futile attempt,
But life feels impossible without your support.
So I dig deeper,
Like my nose was a drill,
And I could somehow unearth the gold that once plated these sheets.
The mood, ambience, silent whispers.
The experience both exhilarating and comforting,
Why aren’t you next to me?