robert m drake - #194 Poem

Sometimes, your side of the bed tells a certain kind of story. Where your body would slumber and leave these trenches within the bed sheets. Well, sometimes I tend to memorize each crevice. Sometimes, I even close my eyes and run my fingers through each of them, so that the memory of you would come lay and fill these empty spaces.

robert m drake

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