LOST

By Mike Everley

There is something decadent

about cold sheets

the way they cling to legs

as they slip between them.

No one lies beside me

only the icy cold body

of memory, draped

in a ragged nightdress

of regret. Cariad oer.

The bed is empty tonight.

There is only the chill sheets

winding tightly around me.

I think of you,

lost in the thin realm

between sleep and dreams.

I think of you,

and all that is lost.

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