Cold Bed
As time goes on our bed grows colder
Yet again it is me and my never ending thoughts
What makes one lose that desire
Desire which once brought us together at the end of a long day
Has faded and I do not know how to rekindle
There is no magic word, phrase or potion to end this
I miss my wife, lover and friend because she seems to be a million miles away
She too lost in her thoughts trying to solve her own riddles and poems
Our home is cold
Copyright © Erik Herzig | Year Posted 2012
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