My Poetry, My Life

BedTime Blues

the bed is cold

and the spot

that used to be yours,

empty.

I feel numb 

as I crawl into the bed

for the first time

without you.

my tears fall 

and stain the

light blue sheets

that still smell like you.

but what I do not know

is that you are alone

in your bed as well

feeling the same way 

I am.

I cannout tell you

how much I miss you.

instead we both

mourn the loss of

the love we had together.

-BE