The big brass bed.
She sleeps alone in a big brass bed
Full of memories, and his scent
The pillows no longer holding their shape
so she stacks them high like her hopes.
The patchwork quilt
she covers her bed with is like her love life
a variety of lovers, sizes and shapes
to numerous to count.
Stitched together, with a single thread
a thread that catches on her heart
every time she is left alone
every time he promises to call
She knows he won’t be coming back
the shame of any one night stand
but she keeps the phone by her side
in case she gets the nerve to call.
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