A Bed Sheet Apart
On a single sheet, still we lie,
I wonder if she can see the noose -
wrapped around my heart I can’t untie!
Appears creases that did once act –
to mark our electric spark,
have long since been ironed flat.
The side that once remained cold –
befriended by her again;
whilst to the edge, my lonely bones hold.
Ominous sound of another sigh;
Profusely sweat seeps from my pores,
I wonder if she even cares why?
Neurotically, I twist and turn -
why as she moves away –
does my tongue begin to burn?
I wait to meet her blue eyes,
To catch the icy look of contempt -
that I have grown to recognise.
The drop of her naked shoulder,
The turn of an untouched cheek;
I forget how it feels to hold her?
When once I took her breath away;
A heart left drowning in complacency –
bereft of air in our state of decay.