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We carry weary bodies to beds
when darkness paints our windows
The world outside is left to occupy
itself, settling to routine

Some nights, sleeping dust falls upon
our eyes, until our doorstep heralds
a new day and for others the dust was wiped away
Without consideration or acceptance

As I grabbed the pillow, trying
to draw the smell of you into my skin
it is vacant,  as my sleep
this morning and the night before

copyright JMTacken 14.6.14

30 thoughts on “Vacant

  1. Tough times when the smells of the bedroom are no longer there Jenny.We often don’t understand the flow on effect when of one part of our lives goes missing. You express that pain very well.

  2. I didn’t want to like this as it’s so sad – especially that last verse. Having your sleep dust swiped is just not fair 🙂

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