the bed will be empty when i leave
the bed will collapse beneath her
the bed will swallow her whole
and leave the bones for the dog
that you refused to buy
gray with blue eyes
the bed will be upset
at the change in smell, texture and use
cause there won't be any
after a while
after she's exhausted her tricks
after she never learns to make love
to your body on that bed
the bed will give no hint
that i used to reign there
that i used to make and create
so much love
it poured across the sheets
falling unto the floor
filling the room, the apartment
your life
my heart beating out the sound and force
of you being honored, revered and adored
the bed will quiver in the cold
you lost and alone
you needing, aching for that which
you thought you outgrew
the bed will know