In His Arms
Lying in bed
Next to her
A night out
A night that ran out
Of good times
And good
Fortunes
In bed
Larger than before
Larger than a twin
To hold
Two souls
Soul mates
Closer than a twin bed
Could ever achieve
But with the passing seconds
Of the night
The closer he held her
The further away
He felt
The bed was
Growing
Further separating
Him from her
A terrible dream
A thought
To watch it all
Happen
Right then
And there
Only to wake up
And she’s still there
Where he left her
Last
In his arms
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