Lonely Bed.

I finally slept in the bed. It felt cold, lonely, empty. I can't count the # of times, I rolled over, looking for you, and waking up. I laid on my back. Waiting for you to roll over towards me, so I can hold you. Your scent, is long gone, all that's left, are strands of hair. It's a bad dream, that has come back to haunt me. A bottled water, sits on the headboard, half gone. This bed, was not for everyone. Just for you and I. You and I, are gone. Now I sleep on the couch. Waiting, wondering, praying, for you. TO COME BACK TO BED.