Your Side of The Bed

The feeling of sleeping alone when you miss someone.

The night is full of

emptiness as I lay

here, missing the

feeling of you next

to me.

 

I roll over to put my

arm over your latent   

figure only to discover

your absence has grown

cold upon the covers.

 

The smell of your hair

still lingers on your

pillow.  I bury my face

to gather just the faintest

aroma. 

 

The impression of you is still in

the mattress, the warmth of

my hand, I feel as I guide it

along the part of the bed that

was once yours.   It’s as if you

were just  there.

  

My heart wonders, maybe

she is up getting a drink or

looking out the window to

check on the weather.  I

hear a noise.

 

I jump up to investigate,

out of the bedroom I hurry.

Into the kitchen I say out loud

“baby, are you ok?”.  No one

is there. 

 

The slip of a wet bowl from

the dishwasher had  given me

a feeling of rejuvenation from

a love gone from me.

 

As I stare down at the floor

I say to myself “I miss you”.

I turn and head back to bed.

 

I crawl in and begin to count

sheep.  Your kiss crosses my

lips.  I look over and tell your

pillow “I love you”.

  

Goodnight my love, I hope

you dream the sweetest

dreams you can dream, as

I fall asleep on your side of

the bed.