An Unexpected Loss

I had one of those only-a-dream
moments, and woke to find an empty
pillow next to me.

Running downstairs in nothing
but a pair of knickers, coming
into the kitchen, I
saw you slumped
over the table, huge yellow t-shirt hitched
above your waist, caught
between a chair and your exposed breast.

I am standing in the doorway, unable
to breathe. What is there to say except
to tell you I am not crying?

Last night we made love and
I called you seraph, bare
Aphrodite. This
morning your ersatz nudity
caught me off guard. I remember
your orgasm, petit mort.

I thank God that I had you at least
for a little while.