The other side of bed

Dent in the bed
On the side where he slept
In the night place of dread
In the day, there she fled
From the fallout she knew
Who wasn’t who
And that who was who
Never was true

Then she woke up from the dream
Embracing the sheets in sleep
Sheets that would never get warm
From the hollow underneath

The heart in the bed
On the side where he slept
In the night place of zen
In the day cozy and
In the arise she knew
Who was the who
And that who was who
Was always true

Then she went back to the dream
Holding the hand in sleep
Hand that was never held cold
The one that is home and peace