Lonely Bed Poem by David Morris

At night
The cool breeze
Rolls right in
And thats when my troubles begin

The cold air
Hits my skin
And wakes the issue, which is dormant within

The dark encumbered
All of the light
Leaving me blind, temporary fake sight

A voice from the past
Wakes me so fast
Yeilding a moment, I wish had last

A gasp of air
In mid yawn, caught
Reminds of the air we shared and now part

The bed lays empty
No side to be fought
And a pillow gets lonely, as it lays in her spot

The blanket stays cold
And doesn't get cuddled
If it could cry, this bed would have puddles

The sheets silk
Will stay covered and tucked in
Because it reminds him, of your soft skin

The curtains stay shut, in aid of the dark
Cause any light
Will cause his want for you, to spark

The heat stays off
Because of a fear
That If I wake warm, it means you're here

Sleep med bottle
Always on stock
To help him sleep and hide from the shock

If I had known the power of night
I would have changed and treated you right
But it's ok, Cause now you sleep tight...