Shared beds

I can't sleep next to others anymore.
I'd love to say
it's because they are not you,
that I grew half-dependent
on your body next to mine.

But this premise fell apart
and the lack of you was merely
the final nail
on the wood
and now, you see, I wonder
at the probability of it all.

Deprive a person of one thing
and soon they grow an allergy to it,
it goes hand in hand with obsessive hunger.

I grew used to
never sleeping beside you.
Sleeping next to others
deprives me of the absence
of the shape of you.

Except that too
is fading.