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SEPERATED BED

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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I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy and a fundamental tool for understanding and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, painting dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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