These frigid sheets mourn your soul.
This barren bed cries your name.
There’s nothing left of you in me.
You tore every particle that belonged
To you away.
This pale white pillow misses the weight of your head.
These useless rose petals wait to fall upon you.
Loneliness wraps its icy claws around me.
Devouring me without mercy.
You’re no longer here to cling to.
You’re no longer here to move closer to.
This bed never seemed so vast—so endless—
Without you—it’s infinite.
I hide beneath the covers but still no warmth I feel.
This room is in eternal winter
Ever since you left.
These fragile sheets yearn for your body.
This immense bed bleeds your essence.
I’m waiting here for you.
I shall always remain here—
Waiting for your return.