Do you see that space
On the right side of my bed
That empty, lonely space?
I left it there for you  
Along with the expectant pillow
Perfectly plush, puffed up
No imprint of a head
Because you have yet to lay yours on it.

Do you see my bed
As half empty or
As half full?
Either way it is at half
Of its true potential
Will you fill this bed full?

Contrary to popular belief
The right side of my bed
Is not provacative
Although it is inviting
My cool bed sheet
Beckons with
Whispers of innocence
Not to take and be taken
But to have and to hold
Just warm embraces
To keep out the cold
Nothing more.

Do you see the light
In my window
Will it help you
Find your way
A north star to guide you
Over so you may stay
Will you find your way over
Through the moonless night?

Can you hear me
Whispering your name?
And when I say the word
Love
Do you know I am
Saying your name?  

Will forces of what you call luck
Forces of what I call destiny
Make you see;
The empty space
With the puffed up pillow
The innocently half full bed
To have and to hold in and
The light that shines for you
In my window
Will it make you hear
Me whisper your name and love
all the same?

(I can almost see you laying next to me,
your outline throught the veil of the dark
and I can almost smell your musk
and I can almost hear you softly breathing,
your heart beat in tune with mine)

Will you come over
Fill the empty space
Softly press your
Head on my pillow
So that it will remember your shape
Will you fill the bed but
Keep it innocent by only
Filling it with an embrace
Will you have and hold me
Will I have and hold you too?

Will you climb
Through my window
Turning off the light
As you come
For it will have served its purpose
Will we both whisper love
and each other's name
All the same?
Be it luck or destiny
Will I find you next to me
To have and to hold
To fill that space?