Then stillness stirs

And the night moves
Beyond sleep…

When in the dark, motionless
I sit in bed, you beside me, asleep

That’s when I need to reach out

Just after we make love, or perhaps
After we don’t

For that something

There’s this absence, this moth-eaten
Gnawing sense of the missing
I can’t remember since when –

At the edge of the balcony
Where I see the sea
Faint, appear traces of me

I move out of bed, and
Start to rummage

I know it’s here somewhere…

Buried under stacks of loose sheets
And the chaos of togetherness

Something of what is still called me