empty nest

The sheets scattered around your tousled hair

hugging your bare shoulders like feathered angel wings

but you're not really there.

 

Distorted music wakes me suddenly as its blaring sound echoes from the alarm clock

filling the empty room it colors my waking time until it turns off on its own

leaving only its disbursing rhythm, tick tock.

 

Craving your cuddling touch now I try to fall back to sleep so that I can dream of you

but I am tossing and turning igniting the sheets with my body's friction, I can't rest..

in our empty nest.

 

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