In His Arms

I crawl into bed and he pulls me close in his arms

I nestle in close and he pulls me tighter in his arms

I wake up in the morning alone and realize I’m not in his arms

I have become an option or choice

I am not the one that he wants to hold in his arms

He will call at times when he needs me in his arms

Most days we both sleep alone and not in each other’s arms

How I long to be the woman in his arms