The empty bed
I shared with you.
My sleepless hand sought your silhouette,
a frivolous, floating astronaut in space
seeking solace
I stared, gawked, gape into the abyss.
A modern day Sisyphus.
Like sewing seeds in the soil of winter,
or putting on a parka in July.
I am an immortal anticipating an agreeable death.
Though begging and bargaining.
I return, to the empty bed
I shared with you.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 11:47 AM UTC
The empty bed
I shared with you.
My sleepless hand sought your silhouette,
a frivolous, floating astronaut in space
seeking solace
I stared, gawked, gape into the abyss.
A modern day Sisyphus.
Like sewing seeds in the soil of winter,
or putting on a parka in July.
I am an immortal anticipating an agreeable death.
Though begging and bargaining.
I return, to the empty bed
I shared with you.