Lying awake in this bed alone,
The more I try, the harder it gets.
I just can't sleep!
Lying here cold, even the blankets
can't warm my body!
I don't wish to just lie here with
anybody.
I want it to be you!
I close my eyes and imagine,
what it was like when we shared a bed!
I reminisce about the things we'd stay up
and talk about, or not talk at all!
Lying in this bed, I wonder do you miss it?
Do you miss lying shoulder to shoulder,
Waking up in the morning knowing I'm there.
Do you miss me?
The nights just go by and I lie in my bed,
cold, alone, wondering, just wondering!
One night turns to three, three turns to eight,
I've lost count lying in this bed.
Lying awake, alone!
Copyright © Margarita Cortes - All rights reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very amazing mission of missing is wisely portrayed in this interesting poem.10
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