the left side of the bed

My bed is big enough

For two

But as one

I could easily

Starfish

Up in this bitch

And enjoy every inch

Of legroom

Every pillow

For my head

I could toss and turn

And kick

But I don’t.

I never really have.

I stay curled up on my side

“My side”

Like there is a clear line

Right down the middle

Divided into

Two

Equal parts

Two halves

Of a whole

I probably do

Toss and turn

And kick

But i try to do it

on my side

I don’t take every pillow

Like they’re waiting

They’re waiting for another head

To lay

To rest

To make a home in these sheets

And I lie watching

Watching this empty pillow

In the dark

Waiting

Year after year

Like I’m waiting for him

To come out of the bathroom

Or something

I’m 9 years old and I’m waiting

I’m 14 and I’m waiting

I’m 18 and I’m waiting

I’m 24 and I’m waiting

Growing up in this bed

Like I haven’t moved

I haven’t stopped waiting

For him

To come out of the bathroom

To come rush under the covers

Because it’s cold

And he needs me

To keep him warm

Because although there are sides-

Every bed

Is our bed

And we’re crossing lines