Whilst One of Us Was Sleeping

I made the bed the day

I left, soft linen

for your lonely head,

pillow, plump,

and wet with tears,

I undressed

the happy years,

put them in a drawer,

I guess ā€“ for safe-keeping,

walked out of the door,

whilst one of us was sleeping.

 

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