Thin bed
All by myself
Sometimes
As the moon climbs
I wish it weren't so
Most times I'm content
Not so in the lonely glow
Moonlight on my pillow
Has me reaching out, you know
Reaching for someone to hold
Wishing there was someone there
Reaching into empty space
Wishing it wasn't bare
And while I want someone
There's no one particular I desire
My longing itself is empty
Wanting heat without a fire
But it doesn't really matter:
There isn't room for two
Some days, there's not even room for one
In this corner of my room
Here in this thin bed
My twin bed
As I struggle with sheets,
Toss pillows out,
Dangle over the edges.
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