Written by Lynn Marie Umair 2023
It’s 3 am again, and deep in the night, there are no sounds
Words begin their pirouettes
Laying here wishing for sleep to swiftly draw me in.
I long to feel your skin on mine for the three hundred millionth time today
The velvet caresses of each tender moment ever present in my mind
There is no cure for the ache, but for you to be by my side each day.
Lost in the moment where it is more morning than night
I need you in every possible way
Is this how other people who do not have their partners by their side
Curling up in the scarfs you sent me
I smell your cologne on me
This simple pleasure brings you nearer to me
Offer up a prayer for sleep to draw me
For now, I love you, sweet dreams, and good night from my side.
Forest of Words 