Through a Wormhole

I traveled a thousand milesto be by your sidein the witching hoursof cosmic journeying.I watched you sleepcradling a body pillowtightly against your chest,your breathing heavilypenetratingthe covers,but you couldn’t see meinvisibly standing there….So,I returned to my sideof the worldguided by the lightof a full moon,gliding and slidingthrough dimensionssearching for my bedthen awakeningto your smell wrappedaround my hands.