There was a time, not long since, when this bed
Was where love, dreams and promises were made.
Now, as nights pass into virulent days,
And I get into cold sheets, I‘m afraid.
Your weight was my anchor to what we had;
But love has sunk into this large, cold bed;
It drowned, somewhere within, as you left it –
And I could save just memories instead.
I can’t even catch your smell in these sheets;
I wish you had loved enough and had stayed;
But you thought that love brings you happiness,
So, fled where you think you’ll stay unafraid.
Hearts Still Care 
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