Photo by Tatiana Syrikova
You slept on the left side of the bed,
and ate from the square plate, always.
Our routines made life lovely,
and maybe dull, for you.
I cherished the dull,
until you left.
Empty bed.
And me -
cold.
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S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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