The Ache of an Empty Bed

This is the weight of absence.

Before I fell asleep at night, 

I could almost feel your warm body laying beside me.

And when I woke up in the mornings,

I would search for your hand 

in the place where it use to rest.

Maybe if sleep could bring you back to me,

I might one day, return to lay my body down on that vacant mattress. 

But as far as I can tell,

 no dream of you

 can save me from the ache

 of an empty bed. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. I understand the emotion in the words. Being alone after years of a warm body near leave us reaching for emptiness in the night. A excellent poem. Thank you. I like the description and the ending.
Coyote