Beds Come From Heaven

I still feel the twin sized bed that we shared late at night.
Your casket shaped body fit perfectly, but I was left on the edge like a hangnail.
You laid next to me, a flimsy quilt you made with a knitting loom the only thing separating us,
Every night I only fell asleep when I heard your laugh, because in your sleep you didn’t have to fly, your wings were positioned perfectly behind your back
I want to get buried in your laugh, those intestine tight tickles that made the scar on your forehead smile
The crescent scar on your forehead reminded me of the moon, and every time I see the luminescence I dream of that twin sized bed and the flimsy quilt since your laugh faded
Now both you and I can finally rest

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