when the night is quiet and
filled with his absence
she can still feel the weight of his body on hers
it’s a comforting feeling
he’s comforting
the way he says her name in her ear
the way he holds her body in his arms
the way he calls her sweetheart or babygirl
that’s her favorite
he calls her many things but none touch her
like being called his babygirl
it makes her feel like she belongs to him
belongs to this beautiful, good, intelligent man
when the morning is bright and still
she imagines his voice saying
“hey beautiful”