I woke up with a stranger in my bed keeping me warm.
I closed my eyes and pretended it was you.
It doesn't work, her hands don't feel the same, her scent doesn't remind me of safety the way yours does.
So we sleep on different sides of the same bed, my mind drifting to you, my body fading in and out of consciousness.
I remember the tone of your voice, how angry you were at me.
I remember how much my heart hurt because I hurt you.
I feel it still hurting, my arms ache wanting to hold you, blame wraps its claws against my brain.
And I realize there's two strangers in this bed
Her
and me without you.
YOU ARE READING
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Short StoryAll is quiet at 1:35 a.m., As I try to clear my head. It's as though I've blinked and everything has changed. It's been happening for a long time, I know, But then again, That's how it always is, Isn't it? thoughts of a sleepless poet dipped in hear...
