Empty Bed

My body

is longing to be held.

I search the sheets for your warmth,

but find none.

I am not brave enough to open

my swollen eyes,

merely to be burned by your absence.

The storm screams at my window,

demanding to be heard.

It cries

with a loneliness I understand

all too well.

You've been gone years it seems,

though I know only days have passed.

My chilled heart wonders,

were you ever truly mine at all?

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