Prompt of the Week
Today’s prompt is:
feels like my first night
I toss and turn
and my bed feels cold without you.
This isn’t how it was supposed to be.
I was supposed to see you more;
now I will only see you less.
I don’t think you know
how hard this is for me-
and a bitter part of me hopes
it will be just as hard for you.
I will never have to spend another night alone.