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I Lay in Bed

A soulmate lost forever. The poet regrets the loss of a beloved companion and is saddened that he could not bid her a fitting farewell.  

I lay in bed all night, counting
sheep and stars outside the window.
The moon had never been so dim.

In my wake dreams I saw the light
but I daren’t enter the room so bright.
I stayed in the dark as I could hope you were here.

I couldn’t cry or laugh, just stare
at the broken light-bulb that used
to watch over our dreams.

Grievance, tears and whispers now left the house
but the angry, heavy silence stayed, followed me to bed
like a block of ice where you used to lay your head.

I heard whispers dance around my tearless face,
pale like yours would be in winter. You’d know
what to say but now silence rests in your place.

I lay for hours, but the clock stayed still.
I recounted our time that was stolen early.
You died today, and I never said goodbye.

You never said you’d leave for work and die.
You were always careful, measured but the speed
caught up and sent you fast to your early grave.

I lay awake and count the days dispersed, buried
under shattered car parts scattered on the asphalt.

Hebrew Writings

Aldas is a writer and editor with MA in Creative Writing. He had the privilege of being chosen as the Irish Writers Centre delegate for the International Literature Festival Dublin 2020. His work has been featured in Cabinet of Heed, The Fiction Pool, Qutub Minar Review and elsewhere. You can find out more at

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