My Empty Bed

     As the alarm angrily sounded this morning, I rolled over in my troubled bed and found my arms automatically reaching out for you. It was at that moment the futile longings of my life came crashing over me. Where once was your love and warmth, now lives the cold emptiness of this room...

     Your picture on the dresser, your things left scattered about the house, my vulnerability is so open, my pain so deep, my emptiness so complete. My vision met the rising sun as it tried in vain to warm my cold world... It's faint light only served to show me the empty driveway where your car once sat...

     I face another of the now un-ending march of days, my soul forever doomed to roam the memories of my mind. Forever longing, never attaining, but I arise again and try to begin just one more day. I am trying so hard to stop these feelings before the pain of losing you stops the beating of my heart...

     How many more mornings must I face, once again realizing you are gone, knowing I am here without you, and wondering, do I ever cross your mind? Are there any loving memories of what we once had left in your heart...

~ Dave ~

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