Cold Reality

Theres a cold reality to an empty bed.
This reality is the one that screams at me the most.
After having gotten used to having a warm body next to me,
I face each night with lack of interest in sleep.
Theres no security in sleeping alone,
But theres only peace when its shared with some one you love.
I have learned that the best rest is achieved when I feel safe,
Safety doesnt feel secure when the place next to you is cold.
Sleeping on the couch is more peaceful than returning to the bed I once shared with him.
Knowing that I am vulnerable upon closing my eyes,
Sleep comes fitfully.
Theres a cold reality to that empty bed,
It says I am alone in this world.