Softly in the night she comes
Quietly in morning, disappears
Only her scent remains to attest
She was here.
Is her scent, proof positive?
Did I wake, or did I dream?
Did she lie beside me, after?
Was it, what it seemed?
Or has my memory, fading now,
Left me to connect
The past to fitful present...
Will they intersect?
No, she was here. I know it.
I felt her body, stroked her skin
All doubt fades in morning light.
I draw the covers in.
THIS IS WHAT I CALL ASS!