Little Bed

This little bed has felt your body shake

Crying into shoulder blades, your sound is etched into the frame

And hair is in every bend of the blanket

Covering us like bandage over skin

We try so hard to prove that we will never be loved

It’s true, you’re building boats when there’s no more ocean

I whisper soft and feel like a hurricane

Wind

This bed can taste the little hell

Of words on tongues not letting out, staring at the windowsill

Avoiding the reflection in the only eyes

That see you well

My tongue is tired and left behind

I have stayed up every night waiting for this room to find

The glow of a telephone to break the dark and

Ease my mind

But these thoughts aren’t so heavy when you’re inside

So everyday I’ll try, I will find a way for you to let me by

So let this little bed begin

To be a home for the weary bones you bear

So let this little bed become

A hiding place where I will keep you warm