bedlace/1

by poems & doodles

i never thought i’d miss
the sight of my pillow
covered
with your
endlessly tangled
hair.

but i can’t stop thinking about it –

that chestnut colored
lace that
never fell in the
same pattern twice

and what’s more –

how white
and spacious
how marvelously
clean
and terribly

plain
this bed’s become
without it.

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