With Her

It’s not that I don’t care
Thinking of you
And lying with her.

It’s not that our love is gone
Though I long for you
And you for me.

It’s only the way she looks.

So sweetly asleep
Your hair on her pillow
Your lips with her dreams.

It’s not that she is gone.

It’s only the wild joy
In finding your warmth
Lying next to me.

As I reach to embrace her
Pain in desperate need
Of you.

And despair
That I can lie like this
With her.

James K. Richardson