I counted today how many days it has been
since you shared our bed,
it’s sixteen
And yet I still cannot bring myself to invade your space
So I remain lying still here on my side
With back turned away from the void
Where your frame once laid
Naked, still and so beautiful
Our bed full of happy times, sensual times, contented times
Stressful times of when you were ill, which I try to forget
Our bed … our haven, our own Utopia, our paradise, our private place.
A place for late night passion and early morning chats and cups of tea
Bedtime reading and flirtatious teasing
A place we watched full moons and constellations
And the rising sun and changing seasons
A place where we begin the working day
And looked forward to weekend play
A place that now feels as lost as me
where I now lie
still here on my side
With back turned away from the void
Trying desperately not to cry
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