The Bed
Hollows map your body gone.
My body drinks your fading warmth.
Your ghost is mute. I smoke.
A touch, did I feel a touch of a wrapping thigh?
Silence deepens. I sleep.
Night scraps the window.
The bed is silent.
Charles W. Bailey’s “The Bed” describes someone lying alone in a bed that still carries traces of a missing person. The speaker notices the hollows left by the other body and the warmth fading from the sheets.
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