I am tired without you,

staring into January

tree lights, red and blue

tint my window;

memories flicker in the glass.

We'd spoon the nights  

in wild turkey winters,

wrap ourselves in the sultry dark of summer

sharing the breath between us.

I dream of our days

after white gold promises,

sun and mornings, you

warm and glowing beneath me,

the whispered off-to-work

I love you's

and lazy egg suppers when Molly visits.

I dream of when you kiss away

my anytime tears

and joke of gigantic

canned, holiday hams.

Our tree lights will glow

until Super Bowl Sunday,

reflecting the smiles

of a reinvented home;

a mom, a dad

and our five.

I am tired,

dazzled by the pretty window;

sleepless without you.