For Him to Return

In the soft morning light,
She is oddly familiar,
The sound of her gently breathing,
Drown out the tweeting birds,
Her face inches away,
As if bathed in love,
A vulnerable creature in his bed,
He searches in haste to pull her close,
The warm indent of her lovely form,
Swoosh of an empty space,
She was gone,
A death slow but certain,
She had waited far too long,
For him to return,
knowing he never would.