Come back to bed

Come back to bed, my love,

where every breath still remembers you,

where the blankets curve around your absence

and the pillow holds your scent.

The sheets stretch wide as oceans,

and I feel already so far from your land,

far from your memory.

The city hums outside,

but here, time stops.

The sun can wait,

and so can everything else.

Your side of the bed is empty,

and I reach across the space

for a warmth that isn’t there.

Come back before the quiet becomes too loud,

before the morning steals you away from me.

I want the brush of your hand,

the curve of your shoulder

against mine,

the familiar rhythm

of us

that makes the world feel small,

safe, ours.

Come back to bed, my love.

Let the light wait.

Let the sheets remember you.

Let me hold you

as if the world outside this door does not exist,

only this room,

only this moment,

only us.

Come back to bed,

where everything that’s real,

everything that’s waiting for you,

is here,

under the covers.

Reviews

[Jansy]

Roma, this is heartbreak wrapped in silk, that space between leaving and wanting to stay.

It’s an invitation disguised as art. The way you make the sheets and silence ache for someone… it’s almost unfair.

It’s the kind of poem that makes a man hesitate with one boot on, wondering if the world can really wait another hour. You turned longing into gravity....soft, irresistible, and real.
It's seductive and beautiful.
James☆

[RomaJ]

Oh James, your practically my son's age. I appreciate your thoughts. Remember, Don't let words from others hurt you. You are a writer, young poet, you have your own words to share, weild it and keep writing .

[RomaJ]

*you're. Sorry that typo is driving me crazy. Too bad comments can't be edited for spelling errors

[ShadesofV]

This is so beautiful and profoundly moving. Roma, you captured that feeling of waking up alone and the immediate, overwhelming pull to keep a loved one close before the day begins to separate you.

​"The sheets stretch wide as oceans," and feeling "so far from your land."
​The contrast between "The city hums outside, but here, time stops."

​It perfectly encapsulates how a shared bed can feel like the safest, smallest, and most real world.

I'm sure he'd love to come back to bed, don't we all? hehe but, we all need money. I love this poem.

V

[RomaJ]

Thank you, V! I love how you captured that tension between the world outside and the small, safe universe of the bed. And yes, if only love paid the bills, we’d all stay wrapped up a little longer, hehe.

[John the Baptist]

A very evocative piece here, evidently the thoughts of a lover who feels acutely the departure of the beloved, who may be leaving for work. I have no doubt of the sincerity of the words, but I read them from an old man's perspective. I wonder how they will sound thirty years from now.

[RomaJ]

Thanks so much, John! I really appreciate your wisdom and insight. You're exactly right.. it is about a "beloved's departure to work" but whether the beloved is just stepping out the door or leaving for a longer time..that ache is the core of it.

​​I believe thirty years from now, it will be the same song and refrain, for the heart loves what she loves and I can't see that changing, even if we have to meet in another life. I appreciate your thoughts.

[petec3638]

With the wisdom of age.
I can see him ignoring the plea and go on his way to work

[RomaJ]

As I said, Petec. I have been married for 25 years and still going strong. I am not young. I have enough wisdom in me. Thank you for sharing your thoughts though

[petec3638]

Another 30 years (55 years) make the most of your time together
It is wonderful spending the whole time together (62nyears now)