Meathead Monologue

11:42 pm and i still kind of want you

tonight i find myself gripping at pillows and sheets next to my head,
wondering where the second body had vanished to.
i pull at the fabric, waiting for it to tear, wondering why i put my life in the hands of someone who has never seen my bedroom.
tomorrow i will have the same look when i walk, nonchalant and uninterested,
only because i can wait, i can wait.
there is something missing in me,
and your name is plastered all over the human shaped hole in my heart.
but tonight, it's different.
i've got ghosts to keep an eye on me while i sleep,
and they'll dry my tears if need be.
they sit and wait at the end of my bed, wait for me to sleep so they can rest too.
but until then, tonight, i will hug my pillows, while the ghosts keep me company.
because you never will.

r.k.