Poetry

The Other Side

the other side of the bed

is where i keep my heart and my dreams

and my bag and my keys

when you’re gone

 

my heart on my sleeve

of the sweater i wore earlier

lay there as well

feeble cableknit weight

attempts to occupy the void

 

i dream of sprawling

using the space

but i stay on my side

leave room for phantom heartache

 

my thread count matched by memories

counting sheep

counting excuses

waiting

 

forget a companion

any other would find too hot, too near, too far

an unsuitable cotton environment

i miss you,

down to my linens

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