Cold
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
This poem is about:
Me