the night is hot but my heart is cold
I stir awake all dawn hoping and praying that the next night won't be the same
I stretch my arm to the untouched part of the bed where you once laid
I live for the memories that once molded our existence
I can't hope but fathom that one night you will be back
the night is hot but my heart is cold
but just like your dignity
the side of the bed still remains
untouched
-strangers
YOU ARE READING
Poems that butter your toast
PoetryA compilation various of poems The thoughts of a dreamers I am no one And you?
