The Middle Of The Bed
I slept in the middle of the bed
That strange no-man's land that once divided us
I remembered all the times I dared to dream of reaching across it
It wasn't as thrilling as I'd imagined
I tried to dream of being there with you and then with another
In the end, I returned to my old friend, the perilous edge of the bed
When I rose and looked into the mirror
Like old times, the crease ran down my side reminding me
That I was yet just as alone as ever, just like when you were here.
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