Your Side

 At night, I'll move to your side of the bed. It makes me sad when I do this, because it's still your side, but you aren't coming back. 

And on cold nights, I'll tuck my blanket under my body, coccoon myself up. I then hear your voice saying to me "Here, cover yourself, you're cold" and you'd wrap me up so I am warm. But you won't do that now because you aren't coming back. 

And some nights I think maybe it's all a bad dream and I'll wake up with you being on your side, but it won't ever happen, because you aren't coming back.