By Taylor Armstrong
I sleep in a twin bed
The same one I’ve had 20 years.
You sleep in the bed with me
And the ghosts of all the other men.
I say, “stay the night, for us”
Knowing you’ll never leave
If you close your eyes with me.
You say, “the bed’s too small for us,”
And I can’t help but wonder,
“Is it the width of the frame, or the crowd?”
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