I want to wake again
and reach with tender arm
to find you there beside me.
I want to lie in early half-light
listening to the songs of birds
and your gentle zephyr purring.
I want to stroke your dreaming face
brush your cheek with a lover’s kiss
and taste again your sleep-stale breath.
I want to hide my head in
the pillow bought to help you sleep
and feast my senses with lavender.
I want to stretch out on your half
of the flesh warmed bed you stepped from
to make coffee in the kitchen.
I want to duet your falsetto
‘Just One Cornetto’ and glimpse you naked
through frosted glass and shower steam.
I want to see you in my baggy shirt
below your knees
humming pop songs ironing.
I want to know if when you paused, and then resolved
to brave the corkscrew lane
beyond where streetlights run
did you make a final fleeting turn
look back, bite your lip,
and think of us?