a Skeleton in my bed.

 

12.5.2016

It's captivating how comfortable it can be to come home to someone in bed.
A warm body to call home,
A skeletal frame to keep as your own.

But what happens when that's all they are?
Simply a warm body to call home.

What happens when the love is gone?

How do you come home to an empty bed after becoming so accustomed to a warm bed of bones?