Our Bed

Poem By Sallie Howson

And when I wake
And you are gone
I place
My hand
On the pillow
Where your head

I bury
My face
In the sheets
And catch
Your smell
Clinging there.

The bed
To give up hope
Of your
But I
Know better.

There’s no
From where
You’ve gone.
No welcome back
No happy ending

I’ll leave
The bed
It’s dreams.
It’s memories
Of romantic nights
And bed delights.

Won’t be the one
Who rips the
Bed clothes
From it’s grip

Comments about Our Bed

fantastic poem, well done
It is a really good poem. Shows all your emothion. I really enjoyed reading it.
great piece of art; great poem with pounding sadness
This is yet another work of art you have created, Again thanks for shareing this with us. 'Keep on inking the Pages' Poison

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