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there was a time when the bed was a secret haven for you and i. a nest made for two. a place to harbor our thoughts, and sooth our dreams. a make-shift island in the sea of insanity, greed, hate, and chaos. a full service beauty salon, and the overflow center for the costume closet. a place to call our own, for a night of homemade calories, and laugh out loud films. sometimes it was the last stop to a day of fun, sun, girls on tables, and drinks in hand. but no matter what six pillows, two blankets, and 1 sheet that were always ours. but those are the days of a different time. 'cause now the coldest side of the bed, is the one you occupied. the place where your head rested your scent still lingers. and those mixed matched sheets that we use to call home, are now a sterile unfamiliar space. the bed hasn't been the same since you and i parted ways. your place is always open. your side is always made. my dreams are always filled with images of yesteryear. but no amount of dreams can ever comfort me the way you cuddle next to me can. so i ask you this my dearest love, where did you go? please come back home. ill meet you halfway at the nearest bed.
