even under the warm blanket and sheets, I'm not warm enough
only because you're not on your side of the bed
tossing and turning as if I'm in the middle of a bad dream, this is my nightmare
used to your arms covering my body and comforting my mood, I'm restless thinking about you
the bed doesn't feel the same without you
there is a silence circling the room like the ceiling fan above
dark. cold. lonely.
you're supposed to be next to me
touching me
holding me
loving me
protecting me
please come back home to me
our pillows
our sheets
our bed is empty without you
turned over, the emotions within burn my pillow like fire
body wired like the slightest touch of an electric shock, I don't know what else to do
too much pride keeps me from calling you
too much pride keeps me from saying how I feel about you, to you
I'll just continue to lay there as I notice that you're not on your side of the bed
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
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