My side of the bed

I miss you all the time,
You’re here in my thoughts,
I still sleep alone and cold,
On my side of the bed.

You’re gone,
But still there living on like you do,
But no matter how, with torment,
I just can’t push you from my head.





Cold and lonely,
It waits for me,
A psychic wall,
I sometimes can’t climb that dark stair.

The thought of being here,
And you not around,
I slumber, in passion filled hatred,
And sleep in my chair.





Time to change,
The lonely sheets,
One side crumpled,
One side still smooth, but bouncing in my head.

Is the thought, you’ll not be here,
And won’t again,
But there’s still space, and love,
On my side of the bed.