I craved to be in your arms and feel your presence next to me.

The sheets still held your warmth, a place where you once used to be.

I was still lying in our bed.

The ceiling fan spun, the dust gathered but the memories of you and the need to be held still overcame me.

Your presence and warmth slowly faded from the space beside me as the clock ticked by and with the flood of isolation,

I decided that I wouldn't wait for someone who didn't need me.

I was still lying in bed,

and I didn't need you to sleep in peace.