Empty Bed

this morning
I reached across the empty sheets and
felt for you but you weren’t there
you never are and still
I automatically reach for you
long lonely nights
followed by cold hollow days
I’m positive
spending a whole day with you
resting in your arms
would change my whole world
and yours
I know you’re afraid to fly but
my darling I would catch you
my arms are open wide
ready to wrap around you
the moment you let go
we were made for one another
you’re not too far broken
for me to touch you
heal you
allow me to kiss
every one of your scars
my love will work it’s way
deep inside you
I will shine my light
within your hurting soul
illuminate dark places and
the filthy lies you’ve told yourself
you are worthy
you are beautiful
you would be mine so
why do you hold yourself back from me? please I must know
release yourself into me
let my body fold itself around you
gaze into my blue eyes and
as my fingers
caress your tear-stained face
your soul will find rest and
when we wake in the morning
it will be looking into one another’s eyes
instead of at a cold empty bed

11 Comments on “Empty Bed

  1. One would be crazy not to fly and fall into those beautiful arms, eyes and soul. The yearning in this, and the love you feel, are so powerful. You write the most beautiful poetry. Awesome!!!

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    • Thank you. One day maybe he’ll read what I write and it will all click into place that it really IS about him and together we could heal and hold one another. I so appreciate your comments. They always seem to look in deeper than the surface.

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      • You are welcome, always. I hope so, too. I don’t think he truly understands the love and passion that are waiting for him. I am a true romantic and your writing speaks right to the heart. 😊

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