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The Empty Bed
As we continually lay
on our safety bay
it becomes a need
getting harder to feed
The comforter's too warm
and the radio buzz is too loud
every single sound
fades into bother
So nothing
so silence
apparent charade all the same
your actions so hollow and violent
So now the bed frame is gone
only mattress and box spring
surrounded by loose bed skirt
and many thoughts
but it keeps me pulled closer towards the earth
when this box spring offers no support
Shelter we had shared
beneath the separate covers
but the sleep had called for halting lovers
as you pulled yourself away
you feel there's nothing left to say
and I remain.
