Graveyard

I miss you at night
in the dwindling of light
when the little birds cease flight...
I miss you too much,
miss waking to your touch...
I miss the strength of your arms;
their security, and their warmth.
I miss your hands,
their caresses, their demands,
their give, and their take,
their surrender, and their command.
I miss falling asleep with the knowledge you're there,
swaddling myself in the comfort of knowing you care...
I miss your presence, so strong and endearing,
I miss waking to you as morning is nearing.
You're always on my mind;
Is this a torture of some kind?
Because I can't sleep without you-
And your side of the bed remains empty and cool.
I never thought it would be this hard...
Something like an uncut deck of cards,
Trying to rest in the empty hours
between night and day-
Going half-crazy, all alone
as I sit up waiting for you
to come home...