Pillow Talk
I miss the way you messed up your side of the bed.
I have this queen all to myself now. My forlorn shadow drowns in the space left by the empty indent on your side. I fervently will the sides of the mattress to shrink, seeking something to cradle my ravaged heart, grasping my blankets tighter to my body. No one steals my covers anymore, or pulls at the sheets I fastidiously tucked into hospital corners. I never understood how you could throw my perfectly made bed into a twisted mess of cotton and limbs.
