The Empty Bed

When I miss my ex-husband,
It's not his money or career.

It's not even his good looks,
or his nibbling on my ear.

It's when I lay my head down,
in that empty bed.

Without another human,
to stir around instead.

I miss his snoring,
Sometime softly or quite loud.

I miss his nasal breathing and
his morning breath green cloud.

Miss his babbling his sleep
from his stressful job.

I even miss him passing gas
because he ate corn on the cob.

There is no one to steal the covers.
Or kick me with cold feet.

Or drive me crazy by
bouncing around
too much in his sleep.

I miss just the indication of
another human life.

Someone to make coffee for
Who in the morning calls me
his dear “wife'”.

But now it's just an empty bed,
unless you count the cat.

Yes he sneezes and purrs
He also sheds and is quite fat.

But it's not the same as
sharing the house with
another human soul.

Waking up to a pushy cat
is often quite dull.

So now I avoid that
empty bed and don't sleep
very much.

And use online dating as
midnight mental crutch.

Honest and emotional.

Nice! This inspired me to write one too. Hope you don't mind. Thanx......

I liked this teadipper..

Glad you like it. I rarely write poetry because I am a non-fiction article writer so my poetry is free form and often bad but it's real.