Poems of a Young Man: “This Bed”


When I think of you

I sadly realize

that this bed I lie in

will never be the same.

It used to be so snug.


it’s too big.


(12- 17- 80)


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One Response to Poems of a Young Man: “This Bed”

  1. 52mgtd says:

    Oh, the bed, the empty bed, the big bed, I know it well, but I have say, I’ve gotten used to it and don’t know if I can learn to share again. Maybe on a rainy afternoon or a weekend here and there, but not forever, never forever. I’ve become too much of a lover of lonliness, except on a rainy day or an afternoon or weekend here and there to daily share my bed.


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