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THEN HER FACE
She missed him
in her bed
missed the smell of him
the indentation
in the pillow
where his head lay
the silly
romantic things
he used to say
the kisses
on her body
every place
ending
on her face
but it wasn't
just the kisses
or the sex she missed
or the way
he fired her up
on entering her
the way
he did each time
no
she missed of all things
the deep joy
he brought
the kind
that only
happiness brings
she turned over
and gazed at the pillow
where his head
once lay
the missing indentation
the dark hair or two
the sight of him
smiling back
after having sex
another time
(he was never slack)
she felt
his absence
more so then
no ghostly smiles
or gazes
just the white
dumb pillow
laying there
smooth and silent
like a sleeping sheep
she ran her finger
along the bed
where once
his body lay
that is where
his butt would be
and there
is where
we made love
that last day
before his death
took him away
she sighed
the echo of it
filling the room
spreading out
each bit of space
sometimes
she thinks
he's still kissing her
first her body
then her face.
