Your Side Of The Bed
Reaching out for the silence that engulfs me, I look for you.
The indentation left on the pillow by the shape of your head
The warmth of your side of the bed, where you used to lay
Your smell on the sheets, i drink it in, gulping frantically, scared that i might miss some.
I lay back on my side of the bed, cold sheets, hard pillow and my arm reaches to your side
But you're not there.
You were taken from me, gone to a better place, they say.
That just can't be true.
The best place for you was here
Beside me.
Where i could keep you warm
Where i could hold you tight
Where i could protect you
Where we could just be.
Us. You and me.
Always.
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