Army Mom’s Safe Haven

Christina: The Unmade Bed


I look at our rumpled unmade bed
and think of things I wish I'd said
and things I wish you hadn't done,
before we two became just one.
I look at the pillows side by side
knowing they're damp with tears I've cried,
knowing you sleep somewhere new
while I toss and turn the evenings through.

©Copyright February 2004 by Christina