The Blood & The Bones

A cold spot, a half empty bed, a space you never occupied. But I dreamt of you of there and I held my pillow and shut my eyes as tight as they’d go imagining it was you I was holding. Big spoon, little spoon. I wanted to take care of you. To show you how in the place where the others left you I would be there waiting to take your hand.
But, the truth is, you’d never be there to take mine.
I’ll never know why or if I wasn’t good enough but my heart says I asked for too much, that I was greedy and needy and longing and lonely. And all the things a battered heart would tell you, even if none of it were true.
So, I’ll forget you now or at least, I’ll try to.

LL