Poem by Val Cole
—–
POEM:
Cold Side of the Bed
Loneliness is the cold side of the bed –
the indent where you used to lay,
the smell of your perfume
preserved,
as though you’d come back any second
with a “see you later,”
not the goodbye you never said.
All the words left on read,
and all I have now
is the cold side of the bed.