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This Cold Floor
To Bre
As I lay upon this cold hard floor, mere feet from you
I stir, shivering cold and uncomfortable.
The hurt and worry surging through my mind;
I cannot sleep, I cannot lie still.
I long to move, move to the bed and hold you;
to smelling your scent as I press my nose against your neck,
to hear you moan as you melt into my hold,
to fall asleep.
I listen for those words, hoping to hear you beckon me.
Instead I lay upon this unforgiving wooden floor,
a bed it seems that I made myself.
Wishing I could take it back,
thinking about how I could right this,
thinking and worrying,
tossing and turning,
All I have to do is go to you,
All you have to do is cal to me.
Instead there will be no rest for me,
I lay upon this floor listening to you sleep,
Loving you, wanting you, but all I can do is weep.
(2014)
