Empty Bed

I want to run my fingers through her hair.
I want to share a quiet smile.
I want to feel us hold each other in silence.
I want to see her eyes smile at me.
I want to learn the taste of her mouth.
I want to feel her heart beat next to mine.
I want to listen to her breathe.
I want to hear her whisper my name.
I want to know the bliss of watching her body writhe in pleasure.
I want to feel her head rest against my chest as we lazily drift to nowhere.

But sometimes what I want doesn’t matter. And so I go back to my empty bed.