As I lie alone in my little twin bed

Not the king sized one my love shared with me

I wonder if he knows I miss him in that space

That’s no longer here, nor is he

I’m not sleeping as well as I used too

I don’t seem to have enough room

I rested peacefully on his side of our memory foam

I need him to come and visit me soon

I want him to come and tell me

that’s its okay for the change

I know I’m being very silly

But somehow I seem out of range

I’m in this little slab of a bed

Oh, it has a pillow top

But it’s up on wheels and it is too high

To get up on it I have to hop

I’m planning to take the wheels off

And make an adjustment that way

But it won’t be the same I just know it

Together everything was okay

Why do I feel I want his permission

Well, that’s really not the right word

But I feel as if I’ve given up part of our life

And I know I’m being absurd

It’s just one of those very small things

The things that nag at you in the night

We shared that bed for so many years

I want to hear him whisper , Babe, it’s all right

I love you Bill