In Bed

In Bed


I wake up in the morning

The first thing I think about is you.


For a while after your departure,

I only slept on the right side of the bed

You used to sleep on the left.

I sleep in the middle now.


I wake up and I am embracing a pillow

And for a moment, until I open my eyes,

I smile.

Expecting you’re still there.

But it is only a pillow

And I miss your hair.


Sometimes, before your departure,

I would wake up at night.

In the total darkness, I would breathe you in.

My left hand would drift over and softly touch you.

I needed the assurance that you were still there.

That I wasn’t alone.

That I still deserved you.



About oxrider

Mr. Winter has written novels, books of poetry and short stories, and books on acting. He has written over three dozen plays, winning the S.C. Playwright’s Festival. His inventive theatrical work has been seen in the US and Europe. A.F. Winter has been acting, teaching, and directing, for over 30 years. He created a theatre which worked with at-risk youth giving them positive alternatives in their lives. Please visit his website at View all posts by oxrider

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