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May 31
This bed isn't right,
It's too small
To firm
Too high off the ground.

It isn't our bed.
Our bed is soft,
It's big enough for both of us and our pup.
It might be on the ground but I like it that way.

But mostly it isn't right because
You aren't beside me.
Your warmth isn't there to reassure me when I have a bad dream.
Your foot isn't there when I reach for you,
Your snores aren't in the background.

The kicks to the back and stomach from the pup isn't there.
The warmth he gives off while cuddling is missing.
The tinkling of his collar as he patrols the house,
Is missing from the background.

This just isn't home
And I don't think any place will ever be
Close to home without you.
Angelique Paolucci
Written by
Angelique Paolucci  25/F
(25/F)   
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   NITIN MUKESH
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