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From a Full to a King...



This bed we once shared.
Has grown lonely and cold.
For the one I love.
Is no longer there for me to hold.
The days are quiet.
Like the calm before the storm.
The nights are restless.
Thoughts always running through my mind.
The sound a car stopping close by.
Gives me hope that you are nearby.
I sit up with excitement.
Only to feel my demise.
For the car didn't stop.
It had only turned by.
Its odd to me to see.
That a bed once complained too small.
Is now an abyss.
With only me to reside.
The blankets don't get pulled.
From side to side.
They now lay in the middle.
Cold and untwined.
Yes its funny on how to make a full to a king.
When without us,
its only me....