HIM

I've tasted his kisses,
felt his soft touch.
Arms protecting me,
so close, so safe,
but not quite enough.
His face is chiseled,
carved by angels,
in fact.
But the terrible truth,
he's not always there.
Sleeping to escape the pain,
running away from
the nightmares.
He cannot chase them away,
like he always use to.
I miss you...