Would I be missed this way

My pale and painted fingertips
Caress the white sheet about my
tender skin
pull it tight around my shoulders
about my waist, remembering your arms
strong and warm

Loose the sheet let it drape across my
naked back
my hair dark against the white pillow
bury my face and breathe in the smell
of your chest

The dream is forever, for now you are just
a whisper
I clench my fists tearing at the sheets
brace myself for the night I'll navigate
without you