Matthew Williams Poet Lyric

The Drink

"Come to bed" she said.
 I don't want to go to bed
 It's empty.
 It's filled with only one body even though there are two.

"Come to bed" she said.
Her.
I feel that I can't hold her the way she's meant to be held.
The space between is a ravine.
It is a cavernous void.
The vast expanse is painful.

"Come to bed" she said.
No.
I'm not tired.
My mind yearns for the drink, so that I may yet again forget how empty it's become next to her

"Come to bed" she said.
If Only I could.
I long to have that space between occupied by us again.
Occupied by what we were, when we were.

I whisper in her ear lying next to her. "Come to bed"

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