I never thought I'd be someone
With half
An empty bed.
We were merely children,
Babies,
When we first met.

I thought... I thought...
You were built within this space.
Night after night,
Your warm body
Would lay.

And i would get irritated,
Angry even.
About the divvy you'd make.
Lying for hours
On a lazy Sunday.

And now...
It's empty.
No body to make a crease.
And here I am-
Someone
With half
An empty bed.