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i always slept on the side
of my queen sized bed
with the everlasting
thought that i'd soon have a
partner — a man — to join me.
i imagined his arms
hugging my plump, soft frame,
his arms encompassing me
with the upmost care and
tolerance for my
touch-starved, deprived, lonely
self underneath these sheets.
instead, the side of my
queen-sized bed sank slowly
with time, the empty space
beside me open, ready
to be filled with his weight,
whoever he may be.
- skrmzz
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occhiolism - a poetry collection
PoesieOcchiolism [aw-kee-oh-lih-zm]: The awareness of the smallness of one's perspective, by which a person couldn't possibly draw any complete conclusions about the world or the complexities of humanity; because although one's life is an epic and unrepe...
