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The Wide Bed

The bed was one fifty wide
Measured from side to side
How could a bed so small
Feel like a gap at all

A feeling not spoken
A tension not broken
These feelings once shared by two hearts
Now is broken into parts

Who would dare to cross the line
In the bed drawn so fine
Reach out an arm and the ice is broken
Say the words that needs to be spoken

It hard to be the one that starts
Mending these two broken hearts
Reach out your arm and say
I love you, especially today

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This is an excellent poem, Tor. You're talking about how it can be so hard to initiate affection. What's unspoken and underlies your poem is that it's so easy to let the crap build up to the point where affection no longer flows freely. 'Who would dare to cross the line' in the bed is both symbolic and literal at the same time and that is very clever and clean. This poem combined with your 'Stars For Eyes' poem reveal a certain truth - that it is often so much easier to express love for our children than for our partner.