Cold Bed

A cycle of poems «Burn My Poems!»

In the stillness of the night, I reach for you,
But the sheets feel empty, the warmth is coming through,
Echoes of your laughter haunt these lonely walls,
Every shadow whispers where the memory falls.

In this cold bed, where the dreams once lay,
Silence fills the spaces that you used to sway.
Wishing for a heartbeat, a sigh in the air,
But I’m laying here alone with a heart laid bare.

The clock ticks softly, counting moments gone,
Every tick a reminder, every tock a song,
Pictures on the nightstand tell a story old,
Of the love that once was, now a glimmer cold.

In this cold bed, where the dreams once lay,
Silence fills the spaces that you used to sway.
Wishing for a heartbeat, a sigh in the air,
But I’m laying here alone with a heart laid bare.

I chase the thoughts of you like a whisper in the dark,
Searching for the warmth in every faded spark,
But the echoes fade away, like a ghost in the dawn,
And I’m left with this silence, and the memory of all.

In this cold bed, where the dreams once lay,
Silence fills the spaces that you used to sway.
Wishing for a heartbeat, a sigh in the air,
But I’m laying here alone with a heart laid bare.

So I’ll turn down the light, let the shadows blend,
With these thoughts of you, on a night that won’t end.
In the cold bed, I’ll find my way to mend,
But I’ll keep dreaming soft, hoping love will transcend.
In the cold bed, wishing you’d return again.