Her side of the bed. A poem
My pillow still holds a trace of her,
a faint, familiar whisper
that makes the distance feel smaller.
I lay my head against it,
pretending it’s her shoulder,
pretending the warmth hasn’t faded.
It’s not the same,
but it’s something.
The night feels quieter without her laugh
to fill the room,
but I smile,
because I can still hear it
if I close my eyes.
Her voice hums through my thoughts,
soft and steady,
a melody I never want to forget.
I stretch my hand across the sheets,
finding the empty space she left behind.
It’s cold now,
but I imagine her there,
curled up beside me,
her breath slow and even.
This is how I keep her close—
in the way her scent lingers,
in the way the bed still feels like ours.
It’s not goodbye,
just a pause,
a moment to miss her more deeply
so I can love her harder
when she’s here again.
For now,
I hold her in the spaces she’s left—
in her pillow,
her side of the bed,
and the quiet promise
that soon,
the waiting will end.
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