It doesn’t matter
Lately
Where in my
Bed
I fall asleep
I wake up on
Your side
Actively
Seeking you
In my
Unconscious
Like I
Resist
In my
Waking
It’s not even mine
Anymore
Once a possessively held
Haven
It’s now your bed
I borrow it
Furtively and
Apologetically
And move away
From it
Stealing a sidelong glance
Of where you
Remain
Missing
