Lonely Sheets

And suddenly my bed
Is lonelier than before,
Because before there was a chance
You'd walk through that door.

There was a chance that
The cold side of the bed
Would be filled with you warmth,
And pulsation of your heart.

There was a chance that my hand
Could find your skin,
And breath in the scent
Of your sweetest whim

But now that chance is gone
Because you walked through that door
Just the opposite direction
Than you had before.

And suddenly,
My bed is lonelier than before
Cause it's just me now
And an open door.
♠ ♠ ♠
I promise this is just cause I'm broken and venting.