Empty Bed Revisited

As sleep eludes me on this restless night
Body aching to feel your embrace
Hands that reach out to stroke your silken hair
Left wantingly empty – they grasp in vain.
Your conjured image preying on my mind
Angelic face and soft, porcelain skin.
Just to feel your warmth, your tenderness
A thought almost too much to bear.
Alas, you are no more than a fragmented
Ghost, within this hauntingly empty bed.

Aiden Bex
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