An Empty Bed to Hold Him by Tanya Cochran

An Empty Bed to Hold Him

by Tanya Cochran

How can she like someone

That grates her nerves?

All he does is call...

call...

call!

Day and night - any time.

It doesn't matter if she's

Tired, sick, or sleeping

She gets so annoyed

That she turns off the phone

So she can't hear the rings

And waits for the caller

To respond to the rude

Answering machine message.

Though,

How can she hate him?

He's just like her - human.

He's just like her - lonely.

He comes home

To an empty apartment,

an empty living room,

an empty kitchen,

an empty bedroom,

an empty bed,

And all he wants is someone to call,

"How was your day?"

Just needs someone to listen,

to hold his hand,

to hold him.

And he still calls...

calls...

calls,

And she still doesn't answer.