Empty Bed Blues
I woke up this morning with the blues.
I woke up with the; ‘Too much room in this
King-sized bed’ blues.
The sheets all bunched in a ball,
My snores still reverberating in the air,
The kink in my neck, still there.
I woke up this morning with the blues.
I woke up with the; ‘It’s way too quiet
In our house’ blues.
I walked out of our bedroom this morning
Into a big empty house,
Where it is way too quiet.
No noise not inflicted by me.
I woke up this morning with the blues.
I woke up with the; ‘I’m still sorry’ blues.
It’s been months now since you walked away
I tried to say I’m sorry
But my words landed on an angry, empty heart.
I woke up this morning with the blues.
I woke up with the; ‘Oh my God
There is nothing left’ blues.
I still miss you
Each and every day
But there is very little
Of you left here.
No clothes.
No perfume.
Just an empty king-sized bed.
I woke up this morning with the blues.
I woke up with the; ‘Afraid of the quiet’ blues.
Night time is the worst time.
The quiet, once the tv goes off, is deafening.
The sound of the toothbrush on my teeth
Bounces around the bathroom walls.
I woke up this morning with the blues.
I woke up with the; ‘I carry it around
With me all day’ blues.
Each and every night
When I walk into our bedroom
I walk in carrying the
Empty bed blues.
Roy W. Backes
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