Tossing
Turning
In an
Unfamiliar
And cold bed
Far too large
And empty
The sound
Of silence
Deafening
In my ears
Lonely
Alone
I feel
My tears
Trickling
Down my face
And the
Sheeted space
I lay in
Colder
By the moment …
… I miss you …

I’ve become
So used
To the sound
Of you
And the feel
Of your arm
Heavy
On my waist
As you bury
Your face
Deeply
Into my hair
Your breath
Warm on
Shoulders
Bared
For your
pleasures ….
… I miss you …

The morning rises
Bringing
Nothing more
Than the sun
On my face
And the empty
Space
Next to me
Wider
Emptier
And
Mocking
In cruel reminder
That
I miss you
… miss you …
… miss you …

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