An Empty Bed

The coffee beans
The taste still in your mouth
And nicotine
You taste so good.
You touch my hand;
You hold my hand
And down my back
Falling, falling, falling.

Into eyes, deeply,
Deeply falling,
And your sighs -
You sigh -
It is morning.

An empty bed,
Again,
Yet now is empty,
Now,

When once so wide
Wide enough
The cold wall offers
No comfort,
But tears instead.

A blown kiss -
Can you blow that far,
My not forgotten guest?
Afar, so far, afar.