Our Bed
The centre of my universe
A place, together we laid
We’d talk, we’d share, just be
We cried, we hoped, we prayed
The world outside was turning
Yet I never really knew
Births and deaths occurring
My focus stayed on you
In that bed I dreamt
In that bed lay me
Vulnerable and insecure
Needing to feel free
Free to examine life
Free to feel alone
Free to make my own mistakes
Free to come and go
I let go of your guiding hand
Jumped into life’s deep sea
Never understanding why
I felt this need in me
I still don’t have the answers
And I still don’t understand
But I miss your love, your kindness
And how I miss that hand
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