Waking up tired and alone
The place in bed beside me
Cold and empty
Without you
***
You slipped out in the middle of the night
Only a note on your pillow left behind
You left when I was at my most vulnerable
Never to come back
***
Dawn breaks on a new morn
Then sheds its light to noon
And I’m still laying here head in hands
When the new day is done
***
Laying prone in bed
Facing your note
Afraid to touch it
Lest it becomes real
***
On your pillow
Like a trespasser
It seems to taunt me
As if I was a lesser,
***
Man than you needed me to be
To make you stay around
To make you happy,
But I am not that man
***
They say it’s better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
But these words sound trite to me
I don’t believe in them at all
***
I finally can bear it no longer
I reach out for the note
With its ill portents to deliver
***
Its’ scent of you
Is like a slap in the face
As are its words
I feel like a disgrace,
***
Of a man to have failed you
To have given you no choice
But to leave me
In the middle of the night
***
I feel no ill will towards you, my love
I just wish I was the man you needed me to be
I wish you happiness for the rest of your life
And I hope your next love is better than me
***
I put the note back on its pillow
And sleep sweet dreams of you
Well into the night
Dreaming you are still here with me
About the Creator
Paul Douglas
I have always loved to write, especially poems and short stories. I also have an abiding love for technology and gaming. I love to share my outlook with others.
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