Scattered Miracles

Clare Holman-Hobbs

You are miles away
Now
I must feel
Not see
I must pray
11:11
Scattered miracles, in the damp patches
On my pillow case
Accepting, or trying at least
Praying
Repeating,
History,
Losing you to sleep
Repeating,
Leaving
Losing sleep
And being left
Thinking
Feeling the empty
Space
Between the sheets
The empty
Distance
Missing.