The Bed We Shared
A diagnosis as ghastly as could be;
An empty space where you should be.
What I'd give to hear you complain once again
-Of elbows and knees bumping in the night,
-Of noises and snoring as we got older.
I'd give it all to retain some of that past,
-Where our love-making was young and bright,
-When our bodies were so much bolder.