While I struggle with the fog obscuring my muse, here's something I wrote a long time ago for you to read.
Sitting on the floor,
thighs next to my chest,
arms wrapped below my knees
in the corner formed by my dresser and the wall to my open closet,
a few times more, sucking breath,
for my absent love.
And then I was calm
as the fluorescent light flickered on.