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every night

it’s really hard to sleep in a cold bed.

with every move the cold screams , “you’re alone!”

no one to hold & no one holding you.

you don’t exist - you’re unknown

to this harsh world and ,

yet , full of love & warmth ,

every night , it’s the same pattern. 

every night , the cold shocks the skin.

every night , you recall the fact that you are alone. 

the bed laughs as you climb in knowing that the other half will be empty again. 

you keep the tv on so the space feels less , well , spacious. 

despite your efforts , the room remains vast & lonely. 

there’s nothing left to do, but to continue to rest in the frost of your solitary. 

it's not easy sleeping in a cold bed. 

◄ a woman on fire

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Wed 30th Nov 2022 08:59

As I get on in years, the thought occurs to me what that might be like.

"yet , full of love & warmth ,"

Thank you.

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