he never sees her face when they sleep
anymore
he rolls to her, to gaze, to…re-connect
she faces the other direction
with her shoulder cold to his touch
and she places her warm hand
against the chilled pane of glass
that is her window to freedom
he wants her to stay, to love
she dreams of the stars above
she removes her hand
but the imprint of her dreams
stay awhile longer before fading