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The Bed

At times you rocked, hot and sweaty

Now you are vacant, wide and empty 

Sometimes you feel desolate 

Like an arctic wasteland 

My loneliness pushed under the covers 

Other times I revel in your vastness

My diagonal feet enjoying your space 

Your comforter comforting 

Your pillow peaceful

My silent loneliness finds shelter in your covers

My place of safety 

Often my laptop and books 

Mercifully occupy your space 

Making your size feel

Just right for me

I wonder 

Will you ever receive another occupant 

Or will it be just you and me


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