This is a poem I wrote for a class assignment. Hope you like it.
An empty bed
Satin sheets crumpled,
discarded on a bedroom floor.
Cat claws scratched memories threadbare
long, long ago.
Sweat spots stain, irreversible.
Memory foam sags,
forgets.
Strangers join you, a queue
wraps around the front room,
because the only thing you hate, you fear
more than a new face
is an empty bed.