My Small Twin Bed

Sometimes I wonder how we both could fit in my small twin bed,

with your broad athletic body

and my overwhelming need for space.

We don't belong together. I know that,

but I often wonder when my arm and my leg hang off of my bed
why you can't be in there with me.

It's as if once you join me,
this bed becomes ten times its size and we are floating.

Sometimes I wonder how we both could fit in my small twin bed,

with your detached emotion

and my overwhelming need for space.

We have maintained miles between our hearts,
separated by lands and oceans.

We've built a bridge that never ends,

like chasing a rainbow
and never quite reaching the other side.

Sometimes I wonder how we both could fit in my small twin bed,

with your contradicting feelings

and my overwhelming need for space.

Our love is long gone
like a tumbleweed in the wind,

a drop of water in the ocean,

like tape that doesn't stick,
magnets that don't attract.

But with you all of this disappears.

My mind is bigger, my heart is bigger,

my bed is bigger with you in it.

It doesn't make sense but somehow
it only takes a small twin bed to bring us closer.

Despite your broad athletic body, detached emotion, contradicting feelings

and my overwhelming need for space,

we have never felt closer than in this bed.