Better Together

They say that interrupted sleep creates poor moods, but
it isn't true.  I tossed and turned all night; so did you.

We turned into each other, clasping hands,
legs wrapped, entwined.  We danced all night.

Our movements would pull each other out of slumber
just enough to elicit a kiss, to snuggle deeper, to whisper

"I love you."

Statistically, we slept horribly.
Romantically--beautifully.

I love our broken sleep.  Nothing makes me more whole.
Your constant presence at night makes our separation
by day bearable.  I have memories of last night to
keep me daydreaming happily, until we are together again.

It's so much better when we're together.

Ambergris

Ambergris encrusted earring lays
beneath receipts and change.
A tangible reminder of a night
long since past.

A powder-caked quarter settles
for change for a soda, still
wears the memory of our last dance.

I wonder what happened to you that night?
You kind of just disappeared from sight?

Whatever happened to me must've happened
to you; we both
kinda sorta disappeared from view.

The strappy black heels hiding behind the door
have been replaced for a more sensible shoe.

One that doesnt' remind me quite so much of you.

Days that you don't cross my mind
are still far between and few.

Everything's been blurry these last couple of weeks,
my eyes don't focus too well and the right one sort of leaks.

I'm missing who I thought I was and what we might have been.
I'm certain I'll get over you eventually, but when?