Reality Shattered the Bliss of Slumber

I awoke only two hours after going to sleep.
I was in a daze, unable to see clearly what was around me.
I was deeply longing to see the face of my Love, to caress it.
I sat up with cloudy vision and saw before me a face.

My longing and my half-conscious state schemed together.
My eyes saw the face of my Love, and I so longed to reach out.
My hand moved before me to simply run my fingers down her calm cheek.
My sudden awareness and instant recoil at the moment of reaction was intense.

He, my roommate, startled awake at the instant following the touch.
He seemed dazed, unable to discern what could have caused his break in slumber.
He lay back peacefully to resume while I hid in my covers below.
He was not my Love, so my longing was fully unfulfilled.

I look forward to the time when I can see her serene face.
My fingers will run along her soft skin and I will be able to then caress her face.
He will not interfere with my expression of Love, for
She will be the one before my eyes receiving my touch and responding in reciprocal love.

Unbeknownst to them

No one seemed to notice;
They just drove along with the traffic
That they always accompanied.
Two cars among the many drove in separate lanes,
Only a few car lengths apart.
They were lovers saying adieu,
Driving in similar yet vastly different directions.

I wonder how many others,
Among the thousands of cars that I see,
Are also lovers separated by the windows
Of their cars and the little air between.
I wonder how many others
Have just said adieu and ask themselves the question:
"Does anyone know what pain and loss
We are experiencing at this moment?"

Yet I also wonder how many,
Among the thousands of cars that I see,
Are lovers coming one to the other,
Joining again after a long bitter time apart.
I look forward to again being among that number soon.