To Wake Unhappy

An eye to the romance
parading by

the riddle
occupies hours

translated to sheets
startled awake
before the light

wanting to sneak
to her room
to lie against her
in the chill
of the empty feeling

hoping she will move against
the ridge forming
in that semi-conscious state
to quell the shadings
of abandonment
that haunt his broken slumber

touching himself
could never be enough,
but the dying thirst
she banished
was a cruel alteration
to a natural progression