The Bed Is Empty Next To Me Poem by Gert Strydom

The Bed Is Empty Next To Me



The bed is empty next to me
while you are gone
and I have drawn my curtains
tightly shut,
as if like this
I can lock the pain away.

The being away drives me mad
and it feels so final,
although maybe
you could come and fetch me here now.

I miss you just too much
and when I get a phone call
my heart lives
and the bed
is cosy against me
but you are still gone.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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