the comfort of being close
so together feels like nothing
simple room temperature air

in the summer the sweat
gently sinking cotton sheets
the sun playing on curtain skin

in the winter you'd complain
so for the colic infant a blanket
and a hug to sooth the cries

a gesture often repeated
goes gently unnoticed
as fall with the leaves

drifting down
so calmly
no hurry

to reach a dying that happens
quietly life carries on without it
the comfort of being close