Here we lay

side by side

Limbs untouched

Thinking of things to say

Nothing too personal, of course

Wouldn’t want to get too close in this bed

“Who are you?” I want to ask

But I stop myself, afraid you’d just laugh

And go on talking about minute details of my life instead,

Wrapping my legs around yours without a second thought mid sentence…

You feel tense


All the way over there, on that other side of the bed

And I,

Accompanied yet still alone;


I wish you were here.






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