Bed

Your scent has permeated these sheets.
Repeated wash cycles still won’t force you out.
Your touch crawls beneath the layers and touches me even now.

I’m drowning in this bed.
Suffocating under memories,
Your presence beside me,
Haunting my dreams,
Gently caressing me,
Converging onto my body.

I’m sinking deeper into these sheets.
Losing myself within you.