the only reason he hated to leave my bed was the four inch memory foam mattress pad. it wasn't because I was there next to him. or because we were there together. the only thing that kept him coming back was the four inch space between what connected me to the world and kept me alive before I was born and the place he liked to call his home. and it wasn't my heart he was taking or the time he was taking that I cared about. it was my body. it was how he would roll over when he was finished and I'd scratch his back until I couldn't feel my fingertips. it was the way he'd ask and I'd say yes because. wait. I don't know why. now he's found another four inches. and the only reason I sleep in this bed is the four inch memory foam mattress pad. otherwise...all I can feel is him.