Empty Side of The Bed For Sale

iring of rolling over and just feeling space
Tired of counting sheep and counting backwards
Searching for the place in my mind
Where it will calm and I can settle still
Tired of having no one to roll against
No one to cuddle with
No one to serenade me as I dream
One side of the bed for sale.
Half the covers come for free
A few times a year there is a special sale
Secrets which can be whispered
Items to barter things to sell
Words which are whispered will never be shared
Empty side of the bed for sale.