Together they lie in a separated bed.
Pretending to sleep,
he faces the wall.
She stares at the ceiling…
her mind full of memories,
of good times…
of by gone day’s
when they lay in separate bed’s pushed together.
Passion has melted between them.
They no longer share the damp patch.
They seldom touch…
only in polite conversation…
their love, a long, past , distant, destination…
with a shared lost ticket.
Between then a strange silence
of non-misunderstanding, understanding….
They are still bonded by something
lost in a senseless void….
they search the silence
for fire once felt…
a feeling
to throw them together
to smoulder and melt
like they once promised.
As together they lie,
in a separated bed.
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