No man sleeps

Tentative fingers
dawns breaking light,
holding a pillow
snuggled beneath the covers tight.1

Opening sleepily subdued eyes
mummbling about early risers,
rolling out of bed
from beneath covers warm.2

Looking at the empty space
on the left of the bed,
the place where no man sleeps
to keep me safe and warm at night.3

Shadows play on the walls
reflected by my eyes,
my tactile judgement
my lonely form.

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