All through the night, I could reach out and touch you
easily. And often did.
We started the day together,
cuddling. As we often do.
We prepared breakfast side-by-side in our small kitchen
And ate together too.
We had the entire morning with each other
Till you dropped me off at work.
And that was just a few hours ago.
Why then do I miss you already?
Why am I sorry that dinner-time is so long away?
Is it because I have been with you too much, too long?
Or too little?