Was it three years since you left
The hospital bed?

Now I sleep alone in our bed,
Still clinging to the left
Side, sobbing silently,
On our white sheets
Soaked blue.
With the fuzzy velvet
Sound of your voice
That I can barely remember.

It took less than three years
For your voice in my head
To merge into mine.
If they're your words or mine
I can no longer tell-
Drifting to the right
Side, slowly.