Happily uncomfortable.
I remember the feeling of your arms.
Wanting to be held, needing to sleep.
Wondering how long before I’d grow accustomed
To the warmth of your bedtime embrace.
What a lovely habit to make.
Remembering that time.
Our first night together.
A thousand years ago.
Now we’re here.
Aches and pains.
Restless awakenings.
Your side.
My side.
The same bed.
A million miles apart.
Roll over.
A silent tear.
Missing us.
Then your touch.
That loving embrace.
A thousand years
We’re both still here.
One bed, two sides.
Not a million miles wide.
The warmth of your arms reminds me
Sleep is sweeter when love is free.
So we sleep a few feet apart.
We still are close in each other’s heart.
You can roll over now…