Out of habit
I sleep at the edge of the bed,
still unused to the
space you left behind.
(I still wake
reaching
for you in the dark;
finding only memories
of the remnants
of your
warmth.)
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 8:44 AM UTC
Out of habit
I sleep at the edge of the bed,
still unused to the
space you left behind.
(I still wake
reaching
for you in the dark;
finding only memories
of the remnants
of your
warmth.)
