It was the bed.
He stared at it for
– how long?
The thoughts rolled in his mind
Of all the emptiness it carried.
The empty people, the cold barren sheets.
What would he do if the emptiness
Lasted forever?
Why would it have to? Yet,
His heart did not seem empty;
Filled to capacity by his companions,
The rapid beating, the pulse
Of their lives within his own being.
Perhaps the only love he’d know would be
The gift of a love stronger than that which he’d settle for
In his bed.
Maybe that was all he ever needed.
