I think about your bed sometimes
Sheets creased from smiling
My hair on your pillow, blankets
Crumpled into calligraphic
Love notes
The gap between
The bed and the wall
Yawned words we never needed to say
We made do
With creaky headboards
And cracked windows
The sill littered with
Mugs of tea and we would
Sit and sip and worship
Each other. Together
How does the chasm I used to fill feel?
I am thinking about your bed
Tonight, and
What I left there