Last night I did something I try not to do.
I got lost in all my thoughts of you.
I smiled. I laughed. I frowned. I cried.
I remembered how we said goodbye.
I fell asleep and dreamt of when
We talked all night; you held my hand.
You taught me things I’d never know,
Still so hard to let it go.
The dream; a distant memory in my head,
Shattered when I reach out to your side of my bed.
The place that once was hot like fire,
The heat that your warm adoration once inspired.
Now, it’s lonely, quiet and cold as winter’s first frost.
Leaving me with shivers to the core and feeling lost.
And I keep on wondering, is it the story untold?
Is my side of your bed just as cold?