Try as I might
I cannot smooth away the indentation
you left upon my mattress
When long I slept alone
My soul under quilted covering
From the raw and unrighteous world outside
Nesting in my safe serenity
The wild wind kept at bay
When long I slept alone
I gained the peace from deep slumber
Limbs not tangled in another
Unaware of what my heart kept a hidden desire
I aspired only to making my way through my own day
And fall under the Sandman’s spell, my reward
But there it is…
The ghost of you refusing to vanish
When long I slept alone
One sided shifting from side to side
Across the great divide
Of a bed far too wide for one
I never noticed what I was missing
I had grown accustomed to dreaming alone
Bundled in pillows mimicking a lover’s embrace
I did not, then, dream of your face
I simply slipped away into subconscious surrender
But there it is…
The ghost of you refusing to vanish
But there it is
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