An Empty Bed Poem by Bradford Poet

lye through the night,
In a cold empty bed,
Dreaming of the past,
Of those moments we meed,
Things that we would say,
The comforts we made,
With the love we gave,
Them laughs and jokes,
Those nights i gently stroked,
The top of your head,
With that smile you meed,
As you drifted away,
Id lay awake,
One last look before my eyes shut,
When the morning came,
You were the first thought,
That entered my brain,
With breakfast in bed,
Whilst you slept away,
Id sneak checking if you were,
Having a peek,
Till you woke,
From my gentle stroke,
With a kiss from your lips,
They made my love very thick,
As it began to pump,
Them moments were the ones,
But know I re-awake,
The cold biting,
Giving me such a shake,
Looking around,
Not a single sound,
Wishing for your voice,
But i heard no such noise,
As i faced where you slept,
I will never forget,
Them moments you gave,
But that love now,
Lays deep in a grave.