Empty Beds

Beds are described to be empty and cold when love is lost.
However, when I slept in my bed, I knew I wasn’t alone.
I had infinite memories running through my head reminding me that
happy memories are not happy when it is not present.
That kisses are not as sweet when all I have is the after taste; and it is bitter, it is far from strawberries.
Songs lose all meaning unless we are waltzing under dimly lit skies.

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