Champagne in My Shoe

Sitting here,
  with early
   morning coffee,
wondering
 where you are
   right now.
I still feel good,
   like well-polished wood
well-oiled springs,
  waiting to see
  if the morning
    brings
you back.
  or will you wait
   till noon?
     So soon?
Or not until . . .
  tonight . . .
    and then a shaft
      of fright. . .
like sunbeams
   at my feet . . .
so sweet
  our hours  
    before the dawn,
the dreams
  they spawned.
    the pains
      they stilled,
the tears they dried
  from years ago,
    oh, let it grow
all this bright
  new love
    I need so much,
your gentle touch
  like champagne
    in my shoe . . .
oh, dear new man,
  come back
    come back,
I promise I'll be
  good
    to you . . .

 Danielle Steele