As I am lying in my bed,
I am trying not to think of you,
but all I can think about is
that twenty four hours ago
you were in this bed with me,
and that your pillow
is still crossing the halfway point
of my bed,
because you wanted
to be closer to me,
and I can't help but think about
the strands of your hair
that were in my bed
after you left this morning,
and I can't help but think about
your smell that is still
on my sheets
and I am wondering
if I need to switch bedrooms.