Sleeping Apart

Sleeping without you is a singularly lonely experience,

I have never felt an alone quite like this before,

It is more hollow and cold than solitude;

Which is often chosen and enjoyed.

It is often sad and quiet;

Not like a day drive in your car with the radio up.

It is empty;

But more than just the space on the other side of the bed.

I no longer know where the comfortable spot is.

Wait I do know where it is.

It is with you,

So far away from me.

It is sometimes with another,

And I long for it to be with me.

It is with the hurt,

That I put there in my place.

So we both sleep alone.

Hurt.

Sad.

Apart.

And none of it makes any sense anymore.

Because in each other's arms,

It always felt right.