Come back to bed
Look back, go ahead
Fingertips grazing the surface of the cold sheets
Blinking is a way to keep sight of the eyes clear
The absence was never filled to begin with
Sheets stale and untouched
Turn back around, no good will come from staying
Come back to bed
Eyes shut
Fingers currle to the edge of the mattress
Taking a breath in
Cool air fills the lungs
Eyes open
Sun reflects from the mirror to the blankets of the bed
Come back to bed
A pause is taken
The want to stay and do as the voice says grows
Hands fall back to the mattress
Lifting the feet
Bringing them atop the bed
Sliding them beneath the sheets
The rest of the body following
Good Girl
The voice says
YOU ARE READING
Take Me Home (Original Poems)
PoetryThese are the words that fill my head. Original poems.
