His Side of the Bed

His watch stays in the same spot on the nightstand next to the radio reading glasses beside his favorite book, the bible on his side of the bed The pillow smells of aftershave sheets entangled with the blankets bundled where he used to sleep soaked in my fallen tears on his side of the bed Grasping your gray shirt in my female laden hands just to feel you within my soul helps me to fall asleep on his side of the bed Thinking of how much I still miss him so how empty it really is lying naked without you on his side of the bed