Cold Spot

 

 

I guess I’m getting used to it
The cold spot beside me
The emptiness inside 
When I wake up alone
When you sneak away in darkness 
Long before I awake
Just to avoid the conversation I would make
The sunlight streams across my face
And still I’m chilled to the bone
And roll into the cold spot
You left me to call home.

 

 

 

by Amanda Burns

 

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