Emptied
Last night I dreamt of writing verse
A quickly penned completed work
And then woke up to absolutely nothing
But cold sweat soaking sheet and skin
So I reached out wildly to my left
For something solid I could grip
Only empty t-shirt filled my fist
Was it rising falling with your breath
Perhaps just enough of nothing sure
So I let go and simply slept
–A.R.
Empty Bed Series by Caroline Balderston Parry
sometimesihatemycat 
Beautifully done
Thank you.
I am reading that the key fulcrum-word here was ‘simply’ in the last line; but what a release!
Yes, you are correct. This was based on a real occurrence, and I found some relief in just accepting emptiness. Perhaps my half sleep state made it easier to accept this. Interesting to think about. Thanks for all of your thoughtful comments.
Hi great reaading your post