something to get used to

CHANGEinWAVES

The silence that is
an open window at night
The feeling of a breeze
that touches my skin

Thoughts that pass
through my mind
As I focus on the
dim street light that casts
shadows on the asphalt beneath

The hum from the fan
that sits beside the bed
Lit numbers of a clock
stare me in the face

Time stands still
if only to show
that nothing has changed

The sheets tangled
around my legs
A sweaty glass
sits beside the bed

Thirsty for something
I cannot quench
by taking a sip

Stay to my side
right of the bed
Leaving room
for sorrow

A habit that's
hard to break
Turning to hold
the emptiness beside me

Sleeping alone
takes more time
to get used to
then I ever could of known

But then again
it was nine years
that I had
him beside me

Not wanting him,
but missing his arms
around me as I dream

dimitrispearljam

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