There's a mound in the middle of my mattress
When I roll to where you should lie
Instead of moulded from your caress
The bed is puffed up too high
The sheets are not in disarray
The pillows go untouched
When I see all that I have to say
I'm missing you so much
So much that this awakened me
In the middle of the night
These words all mixed like cream in tea
These thoughts needing to take flight
Making me arise to write this down
Lest I forget by morn
Wishing somehow it was all a dream
And my mattress was very well worn.
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