Sheets of Lonely

sometimes I hug the covers close to my chest
and put pillows around me
to fill the empty space
at night
I stretch far and wide
hoping to catch some form of
warm flesh
but I always end up with mounds
of cotton sheets
held tightly in my fists
when morning comes
I lay still
staring at the white walls
empty of color
of life
the sun shines through my window
but I can never feel its warmth
or welcome its rise
because I know
eventually it will set
and ill be once again
back
alone
in my big
cold
bed