The Empty Bed (2014)
I’ve always had a queen size bed. As long as I can remember. And I remember only ever sleeping on one side.
With
yearning, I look over at the empty spot, dreaming and hoping for the
day when I’d have my partner here with me. It’s like that spot on the
bed had been saved for that person my entire life. And after heartache,
it feels like that spot will be vacant forever.
In the morning
he left, and as night reclaimed the Earth I found myself alone again in
my corner of the bed. The tears don’t make wishes come true. The pain
doesn’t bring anyone back. That half of the bed will remain empty
indefinitely, and I’ll cling to my claimed side and resume hoping.
Where are you? I’ve been saving you a spot.