A Lady and Lit

I like to write

Thread Counts

Urban Bedroom

I miss you in my bed

Seeing your back stretched out against

My sheets

Those linens

They loved you

Almost as much as I do

 

Where are you, Mister?

 

Come see me soon.

Shall I send out an S.O.S.?

 

Shall I begin to forget you?

 

I don’t want to.

 

How is I that you were here so close

And now you’re not? You’re away

How is that we love most

The one that cannot stay?

 

Come back

I’ll be waiting

Come back

I’m here laying

In this bed that wants to love you

Almost as much as I do

 

Come back. I am in my Missing Hours

Missing all of you

Wanting to hold you

To find you

Next to me

In this bed

That loves you almost as much as I do.

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