Monday, June 25, 2007

missing you...

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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