I lay here on the couch The empty bed too large Most nights of the week Falling asleep in my clothes Black books reeking of death Quiet their cacophony Slowly rising and falling on this chest My eyes closed, soul at rest Until called to consciousness And the horrid history Once again You lonely yet not alone Hearing your voice Recorded a million miles away Soothes the aching soul Thoughts of you As I drift off Drift off again Asleep on the couch Your bed full Mine empty I’m no longer there I’m in your head I’m in my head How I’d love to be in your arms Is she? Or have you reverted to that way That all us old married folk do Kiss on the cheek A quick “I love you” Switching off the bedside lamp Backs turned as two reverted crescent moons
I fall asleep on the couch Surrounded by books Old friends and life support machines The bed is too empty when she’s gone It’s been that way for years now Ever since she decided on this midnight calling What else could I do but love her? Despite the lonely dinners Despite the endless evenings Without companionship The world called and we both answered it Her and I In our own ways Mine embracing darkness in light Hers spreading light in darkness When our lips meet pure joy Ecstatic connection Until we are both called to the frontlines again
The twilight heat Creeps under soft sheets Moon dancing on floorboards Reflecting off metal bed frames I think of your face I remember your soft lips That we could embrace That I could cure you of loneliness for a night That I could fill this aching emptiness That wants you to just hold me That cries out your name in those moments That whispers it softly every morning My daily supplication To the gods of love Are they listening? Are you? Does it matter? I have no clue
