Sleeping At Last

She slept beside me,
Her head on my chest
Weighing lighter than the airs she breathed
Breath matching mine,
I couldnt’ dream,
I could only smile.
I made her coffee in my favourite mug
And since she takes it dark
I could see her reflection
When she lifted it to her lips
I had never been so jealous
Of a ceramic mug
Or clay
Until I saw her creating art in her hands
I wanted to be felt by her
Kissed and held and loved
But she put the mug in the sink
And I saw her silhouette
Run down the drain
With the sip of coffee she didn’t finish
And when she walked out the door
I realised I lost her
Slipped through my fingers
Because I melted
And my heart poured out
I wish I had just been clay in her hands,
Something she’d love to hold.

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