waking up to life

my dreams were in no way sweet,
but drenched with fright.
and then came the worse...
i woke up.. and looked to me right.
goes without saying,
not pleasing was the sight.
empty was the space,
my baby made full at night.

although it was nowhere near,
that time of which is morn;
that empty space beside me,
made some feel.. somewhat torn.

then suddenly it came to me,
but..why were you not near?
i could've sworn i didn't hear you wake,
any moment earlier.

my ears, i strained.
trying to pick up a sound.
some sign of life,
if that someone's around.

but luck be a bitch!
it was to no avail.
the bed now much bigger...
and the air, densely stale.

i picked a smoke and lit it,
dragged from deep within,
and as i watched the smoke dance a circle,
i ashed it on a tin.

continuing to suck the life out of it,
ironically mine too.
we swapped life sentences
bound together like glue.
my cigarette in the morning,
a ritual before the loo.

a passionate embrace,
my lips wrapping and caressing its butt
any unknowing person reading this,
would think i'm peddling smutt.

mind out of the gutter and back into the clear.
tracing back to...
where for art thou, dear?

getting back to the fact
from that place i was tracing
bout being alone
and something bout big spacing

you know its not all that bad
as some people make it to be
a big empty bed
is but temporary

so don't take for granted
that what you've done has impact
you won't pick up where you left
for nothing was left intact.

he who laughs last, took too long to get the joke
by desiree anne alexis de souza