The other side of the bed is always empty
‘I could sleep there, stretch my legs or arms
Roll over and rest my head
I could touch all the corners
The entire bed is mine every night
But instead, the other side is always empty
For a minute, in a lifetime of hours you were there
Then without a word, a breath of goodbye
The ribbons of silk binding me to the center
Loosened, fell away and I returned to the edge
Now the other side of the bed is always empty
I don’t think it was meant to be
Only that I don’t know how to bind myself
I remain unbound and on the edge
Where I can easily escape slipknots
So even a whispered goodbye or hello
Would remain unheard, in a lifetime of hours
Where a minute wouldn’t matter, and the other side is always empty