Pillow Widow

Waking up with a start
Feeling torn apart
I’m a pillow widow.
My arms don’t stretch far enough
My sheets feel cold and rough
There’s no weight by my side
A long wait building inside
My hand can’t feel
Your skin isn’t real
I miss you and my heart’s all sores
My sleep is not woven with yours
I lie there wide awake
I shall bide there till daybreak
Figuring out the latitude
Calculating the longitude
Of my bed of solitude

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