Lonely In This Big Bed Without You

It’s lonely in this big bed without you,
wishing the miles between us weren’t true

I wake up from a bad dream, my hair
a tangled mess, and you’re not here

Your side — the left — is kept
and untouched where I stare

And what I need more than ever is the sound
of your breath breathing gently in my ear


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