“Puzzle Pieces to Love”

I wake; the pillow to next me
It is desert, though an imprint remains.
Cold to the touch, but fragrant with spices
Of You; though you are gone.

Who are you?
How did I find my way
Home to a blissful sleep?
Untouched. Unspoiled.

You were here all night
Caressing my hair
Like a mother, and protecting me
Like a father you held me

I trusted You; I wanted to.
I needed to know You existed.
But do you?  Is it all a memory?

Or a mistaken déjà vu?

I must find You
Because You found me;
Hold You close and
Not let You go…..not this time.