Elisa Reyes
As I sleep and my thoughts wander toward you,
and my hand reaches to the empty space in my bed, I wonder… where are you?
Who are you sleeping with?
I wonder who else is your occasional lover?
Because for me, my bed is for you.
But your absence reminds me that this night, it isn't me with you.
In the middle of the night when my wants and desires wonder toward you, I wish so many wishes.
I wish you were here with me, but then I remember.
There is nothing permanent here.
We are simply occasional lovers.