your scent is not trapped within the fibers of the sheets,

this duvet will no longer cradle the tears I have cried for you.

these pillows will only know how to caress one head at night.

my mattress does not sink in the middle anymore,

it forgot what it feels like to be entangled in your arms.

these broken springs will no longer listen for the late night, pillow talking whispers.

your voice will no longer rupture these walls with the promises you have made to me.

these blankets can only cover so many scars.

my bed only feels the touch of one body,

late at night, all alone.

this bed does not know who you are, nor will she ever again.

when you prepare your room

for two instead of one.

but the two never cohabitate