Poetry

Empty Beds

This one was posted to Twitter yesterday…


Into bed
Embraced by another inanimate object that waits for me but does not miss me
I try to push away the memory of your naked, languid form
Striking a pose as the dawn crept in
I could not sleep with your arm around my waist
Hand on my breast
Now, I can’t sleep without them

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