Intact

These words will probably never reach you
But they will try
Just as I do
When I’m lying in bed at night
One side-vacant, cold, still intact
You know that’s your side
Or maybe I never told you
But how could you not know?
Because all I ever wanted was you
And my heart has shared that many times
But you have yet to become mine
And it’s because these words will probably never reach you
And soon they will stop trying
Just like me
Pulling my arms back over to my side
And placing them under my pillow
So that I might hold onto my dreams
Because I believe that is all I have left
But that’ll never be enough
To keep me satisfied in this bed-
Still vacant, cold, and painfully intact.

-Yvette St. Clair