My Secret
It has been just one week
Since anyone has spoken to me-
Just one-hundred and sixty-eight hours
Since everyone has learned my secret.
It isn’t anything gruesome, disgusting-
Or twisted, nor taboo or a sin-
If anything it is simply rather sad-
And maybe quite silly.
But you see, every night,
When I turn out the lights,
And I jump into my bed-
I lay off to one side,
Leaving enough room incase-
Someone decides to sleep by my side.
I leave one arm out over that space
So that I can wrap it around her-
Telling her it is ok to be closer,
And most of the pillow is empty
Because it is just courteous to give more.
It might not be normal,
But it also isn’t bad.
I just want someone whose breathing,
Will sync up with mine in the dark-
Someone whose body,
Will fit against mine in the dark.
Since anyone has spoken to me-
Just one-hundred and sixty-eight hours
Since everyone has learned my secret.
It isn’t anything gruesome, disgusting-
Or twisted, nor taboo or a sin-
If anything it is simply rather sad-
And maybe quite silly.
But you see, every night,
When I turn out the lights,
And I jump into my bed-
I lay off to one side,
Leaving enough room incase-
Someone decides to sleep by my side.
I leave one arm out over that space
So that I can wrap it around her-
Telling her it is ok to be closer,
And most of the pillow is empty
Because it is just courteous to give more.
It might not be normal,
But it also isn’t bad.
I just want someone whose breathing,
Will sync up with mine in the dark-
Someone whose body,
Will fit against mine in the dark.