This October chill has caught me off guard
The bed is empty
Save for its usual occupant
Love once filled every inch
Sometimes I wonder where it went
Still the bed is empty
Because I'd rather sleep alone
Instead of suffer alongside a lover who is accident prone
Though accidents happen all the time
But if there is no body
There was no crime
I'd rather be a prisoner
Than surrender mine
To yet another inconsistent, inconsiderate part time lover
When unintentional insults trade places with seductive words
Oh, have you not heard?
The bed is still empty
And love is a verb
She wants to speak of numbers
I do not wish to play along
The list isn't long
Because I never lead them on
It's rare that someone catches these tired eyes
Rarer still for me to let down the drawbridge to let some body inside
Am I only filling a void until
The mood calls for another to fill her void
Is it just a question or a not so flattering form of body swapping
Where he is me
But when this happens
Then who am I
Because the bed is still empty
Save for its usual occupant
And as usual I forget myself when she arrives
I slip into thoughts of what lives between her thighs
But the bed is still empty
And it will stay empty
Until I find some body that is at least half mine