Mattress

by Robert Beveridge

How this bed misses you.
The pillow curved
to your cheek waits
beneath sheets imprinted
with jasmine sweat.
The thin pink blanket
you love to have against
your flesh is wrapped
around me,
a lover, a sweet
memory.

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