my bed has a pulse
that matches
mine.

we fade together,
sometimes.

and if it could talk,
it would groan.

it could tell stories,
upon stories,
upon stories

he knows me best.

i told him all my secrets
& he laid me down to sleep.

he dried up all my tears for me,
and made me feel at home.

to you, my bed,
sweet friend of mine.
to you this ode belongs.