And when I wake <br />And you are gone <br />I place <br />My hand <br />On the pillow <br />Where your head <br />Lay. <br /> <br />I bury <br />My face <br />In the sheets <br />And catch <br />Your smell <br />Still <br />Clinging there. <br /> <br />The bed <br />Refuses <br />To give up hope <br />Of your <br />Homecoming <br />But I <br />Know better. <br /> <br />There’s no <br />Return <br />From where <br />You’ve gone. <br />No welcome back <br />No happy ending <br />Just…………space. <br /> <br />But <br />I’ll leave <br />The bed <br />It’s dreams. <br />It’s memories <br />Of romantic nights <br />And bed delights. <br /> <br />I <br />Won’t be the one <br />Who rips the <br />Bed clothes <br />From it’s grip <br /> And <br /> Washes <br /> You <br /> Away.<br /><br />Sallie Howson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-bed/
