Come back to bed

I make it home at ten past six

And I fall into the cotton and linen

Wrapping myself in the scent of you

I lay on my side of the bed, curled up

And place my palm where you should be lying

But work called you away and I lie there texting you

You apologize for not having made the bed before you left

I look at the crumpled sheets around me

Evidence that we loved here

Lived here

Dreamed here, together

Darling, the bed isn’t made until you are in it with me

Come back to bed

Come home