She approaches the vacant bed
With caution
And reflects
On all of the late nights
The requests
For him to crawl in next to her
And wrap his arms around her
A warmth that only he could provide
He did this to himself
She thinks
As she climbs inside
Pulls the freshly laundered sheets up to her neck
Where they lie
With a cold but comforting touch
I’m here for you
As she creates her linen cocoon
And drifts to sleep
Without him.