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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 Forever

The Bed
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