Sleeping alone
In this bed made for you
And me feeling so cold
Two blankets draped haphazardly
In an attempt to hold at bay
The chill
That spreads goose bumps down my thighs
And memories
That send electric vibrations down my spine
Like your lips did
Before I began
Sleeping alone
The Candy Shoppe 
If that bed is alone, it’s because you chose it to be. I know lots of people who would love to fill that space. Sometimes alone is where we need to be.
girl, I feel ya. And I totally agree with Realestdudeintheroom. Yes, that is where we choose to be. However, doesn’t stop the loniness. But choosing to be with someone cause you’re lonely is not healthy, at all. Yes, would get you through the night, and temprorary fix. But then where does that leave you at the end of day/night, back where you were the day before, if it’s not a committed relationship or working toward one. Sometimes we do need that time alone. It’s just in the interim, we have our moments of ‘Intimacy relapse’, and start realizing we’re missing it. Stay strong.
Lovely poem!
This was indeed lovely. And yes, I think our mattresses were in cahoots. You were right…
http://thisbugslife-in-words.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-jayne.html