beds

while you
desperately
wanted
to
go back
to yours
;
said
“I’ve
already
made
my
bed”

I wanted
you
to unmake
mine

I pleaded

I
remember
mock
crying

softly

like a child
for
you
to stay

and then
you said
something
about
putting
me to sleep
before
you
leave

and all
my thoughts
boomeranged
between
comfort
and
nightmares

you left
anyway
I slept
peacefully

that midnight
solitude
had found
its cushion
in
a smell

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