sleep fit

sleep fit

 

 

the mattress is still firm

like my resolve,

but the body imprint on the other side

is fading,

 

the pillow talk silent

one is still fluffed

but cold

the other still stuffed

and old

 

my thoughts blanketed

but the warmth seeped

from under the sheets

 

i lie on my side, staring

at the empty space,

as the room contracts

 

one squeezed out,

the other squeezed in

 

to himself.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/13/17

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Master-Class poem j.!! Strings the heart so far around and so tightly that it bleeds. "the other squeezed in...to himself."-gut-wrenching. Genius.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Not gonna smart-a*s you.
This is flat-out brilliant!
Congratulations, Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jimmy...

j.

[writ rajat]

Nice nice one dear it's all about yourself and tour

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I heard myself say, are you there, were you ever here, my bed occupies one person for so long I must be just one. Welcome to the blues!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Al....yes, welcome with open arms and that empty side...
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Having been in this scene several times Jacob I can relate to it. Your description brings this scenario to life as it describes the vacant and empty space left when you no longer have the intimacy of a sleeping partner.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

beds just get so much bigger, don't they?
thank you, John.
j.