Monday, January 28, 2008

The Middle

The Middle

I still sleep on the left side of the bed.
Like I’m waiting for you to slip in beside me.
We both know that isn’t going to happen.
I wonder if you see me-shaped holes everywhere.
I should move over to the middle.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

"I should move over to the middle."

A reconcilling moment
the collapsing of tension as found in all polarities
the comfort of the neutral state....

Margaret Shugart said...

Me shaped holes. There it is, there it is. You nailed something powerful there.

poemer said...

the middle is just as lonely

Anonymous said...

this is the best thing i've seen you write so far. move over you are crowding me.