Cold

Fri, 12/18/2015 - 23:51 -- Bray

I've never liked my bed
With you in it it is warm and comforting to feel your skin on mine
My bed makes your absence felt
I'm colder
I am less sure of what space my body should claim
I I roll and reach out my arms only to hold nothing
The space overwhelms me
A reminder that a life and love should be shared
To be the only one occupying it's space
Trying to provide enough heat to warm it
I miss you

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Me

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