I feel the urgency
Like the buds begging
To blossom for Spring
The green that
Lovingly blankets
Everything
That was once
Left bare...
Your voice trips
Through the telephone
Dancing in my ear
Like Coltrane’s
Saxophone
Seductively soothing
But you’re not here...
I lay awake
Like I always do
Fingers aching
To find you
And trace the
Softness
Of your skin...
This peace I find
Beside you
Is something that
I never knew
And learning to hold
It ever so lightly
Is one of the
Hardest things
I’ve ever had to do.
~Amber Comber
