lying in bed without you

a line from a thousand lovesongs
(insipid, sappy, and wallowing quite happily
 in its own misery)
but late into the early morning
in the stagnant blindness of my bedroom
i - lying in bed without you -
remember the 'C' of your body
into which mine so perfectly fits
and the leg - yours - which slips
so naturally between mine
how your arm will try to pull me
closer still to you

lying in bed without you
i remember all this

or

perhaps

all this reminds me that i am
lying in bed without you