The other side of the bed

 
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The other side of the bed

The laundry is a snowball
Wrapped in a white blanket
And rolled from one side of the bed to the other
Accumulating
I can nearly wrap myself around it
Maybe that’s why my dreams are filled with the lover who used to take up that side of the bed
But in my dreams he is pushing my toes away from his calves
I say but you’ll be gone tomorrow anyway so why can’t I have you just for now
He says it’s because he will be gone tomorrow so why pretend he’s there at all