I can't seem to stay out of.
I've had two now,
who would get up before me,
going to work,
making breakfast,
I remember, smiling,
how I'd roll onto his pillow
so that I could smell him
and feel his warmth
as I kept sleeping.
Now there's a dip in my bed where I sleep,
where someone else should be.
There is no warmth left,
no scent for me to breathe,
only a hole
where my love should be.
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