How To Love

It’s funny how I lie in bed as if you were still here.

I crawl in and rest my head on the pillow closest to the spring air.
I stretch my cold toes
into the bottom left corner,
I nuzzle my face into the blankets
that once touched your bare skin,
I let the brisk and forgiving wind
brush away my tears,
and I feel your touch
as if it weren’t miles away.

I’ve seen heaven;
I’ve seen hell too.
This life is too precious
to be without you.
There is no guidebook on how to love;
I don’t know what else to call this feeling from above.