when she comes

it is a keyless
entry, silent,
and through the
back door, up
the stairs on
soft feet, with
shoes removed.
in the dead of
night she comes
and plants her
self beside me.
but the bed,
doesn't move,
no sheets are
turned down, no
bedspread ruffled.
there is no
imprint of her
head upon
the pillow.
although
at times i swear
i can smell the
sweet scent of
her perfume.