I feel your absence in my sleep, the two by six abyss where your body should be. Crime scene lines in my mind stand out starkly on the sheets; those lines of snow and desperate hoes stealing you away from me. It's been weeks now where rolled-up bills, razorblades, railroad tracks have become your new significant other.
The minutes tic-tocking by in my dreams, without you they slink by so slow from my fitful doze. I wander and wade in nightmares after smoking sheep and counting green, the Sandman is stalking me, mocking me and I'm praying you were near. I put the ghost of your body in this pillow but a stuffed bag is no soldier, so with nothing to protect me, I lie awake with no lover.
5 AM: caked-up ***** cutting lines for you. Do you feel like a rock star now? Rocks of blow, star of skanks, putting the King in ******* pathetic. Dictator of my days but just a distant memory at night; did I imagine you in the sun? Did you actually sleep next to me once?
I never sleep on your vacant side. Even while tossing and turning in the tiny hours of the night, I can still feel the divide from that thin white line.