You turn from me as if I've said something wrong
Your back, rigid in sleep
Unable to communicate
Private dreams in your head
I'm left alone
Overthinking
Silent
Stranded
in the vast emptiness of a shared bed
©cih16, 23:26, 26.05.16
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
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- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.