The wrong side of
the bed?
There is no right
side when you’re gone.
I lay here in your
spot,
completely still,
imagining,
remembering
phantom pleasure of
your touch
in such detail
that it feels real.
Nights without you
are eternity alone,
insomnia looms
till you come home.
by:
Paula D. Nevison
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