Empty Bed

Empty bed, hollowed pillow the scent where you once slept early morning sunshine softens the rain marbled reflections diffuse through the window pain scant memories of you in your red dress re surge into a room where you were once caressed there we had so much, nothing complicated, just trust a trust for excitement, energy and living on the cusp the bed covers pulled away as if you had just awoken quite, yes, there is silence not a sound or word that is spoken a vista captured in time's vaults like the scene of a crime your presence is here in the ambiance, in the eye of my mind the suns rays break with strength through the clouds retreat shadowing the windows frames on wardrobes and sheets specs of dust hover, caught in the galore, it was more than an affair our lust was magnificent, we cared, we shared with in inventive flair unman-aged, we suddenly realized lust had become love torrid sessions with expectations to reach levels above become sessions of gentle, sensuous and explicit set gradually the souls, hearts and minds the other did infect tied to partners we could not be a pair love plays games and they are not always fair i come to your room but today our love has lost all hope i find you absent just your body and a simple note "i could not cope"