The Montana night is
cruel and you are no
where near
to protect me
from its silence.
It stabs
the essence
of my soul,
wresting me
from my sleep.
Shattering
your image,
robbing me
of holding you
even in my dreams.
Beside me
the sheets lay
undisturbed.
If only you
were there.
Guarding me,
sheltering me,
protecting me,
from the total
blackness.
Only there
in your arms
will I find
sleep.
