Half of the bed so cold and wide

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Half of the bed, so cold and wide
Where your warmth used to reside
Empty space, a silent plea
For the touch that set me free

Used to wake up by your side
With nowhere left for me to hide
Now the sheets are smooth and neat
Missing your familiar feet

Half of the bed, a lonely sight
Through the long and endless night
Dreaming of what used to be
Half of the bed, just me

Maybe I should roll right over
Take up all the empty clover
But the habit holds me tight
In this lonely, endless night