#916 half-empty bed

where are you tonight
on whose chest is your head
do you make him feel as good as you made me feel
do his rolled up laundry socks annoy you
this music is too loud but the silence was too quiet
for sleep

on the worst days, i wished you away
imagining you held me back
now i stay in bed until noon
not because i like sleeping in
but because i hate getting up
for life