I reach out, looking for you.
My hand finds nothing,
no sign of you.
The bed is empty, cold
as untouched
as your heart
after years.
Yet in my mind
you are still here,
your scent lingering in the air,
the bed rumpled and warm,
your hair everywhere,
little traces of your presence
and love
echoing.
One reply on “The Empty Bed”
Words can’t capture how much I miss you A.