The Empty Space

Lying in the tossed sheets in the morning 

you realise 

you have woken without something 

you have felt this before 

that empty space 

has been with you as long 

as you can remember 

but now it has taken form

now that presence 

has crushed the pillows 

laid a towel over the chair 

traced itself upon your skin 

you have looked into its eyes 

laughed with it 

shared words into the night 

until need overtook you 

it has pulled on it’s coat 

walked out the door 

and into the familiar 

there is fire now 

to eyes and laughter and words 

never before seen