I Find It Funny
I find it funny
that even though
I’ve never slept next to you,
I still feel the empty spaces
where you’re supposed to fit.
I always leave enough room for you,
though I know it’s pointless,
you won’t be filling it.
I can feel where you arms
should be wrapped
around me.
It aches, it feels wrong,
and I can never quite
wrap the blanket
tight enough around me
to make it go away.
