My Heart

I don't feel his familiar weight on my chest,
My arms are empty.
No curls tickling my neck.
A slight smell of sawdust and stain lingers.
I pull his image from my memory.
His firm lean body, tanned from working in the sun.
I love his goofy grin.
I struggle to clear my mind, to open my eyes.
The warmth of the morning sun tugs at me.
I'm not ready to let in the day.
Not yet.
Slowly I force my eyes to open.
As they focus, I see my HEART, my LOVE, framed in the window.
And I smile.

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