5AM

I'm tired of waking up lonely, walking to your room cold and half naked to sit on the floor hugging a chair, resting my head on a dirty old pillow you left behind; while the streams come in intervals like the ocean waves crashing violently on the shores that will wind up slathered in oil.

I drag myself back to my bed, plop that pillow down on my body pillow and throw my leg over it, pretending it's your sweet ass. I feel better and more alone at the same time. I think I can sleep now... even though I'm searching for your heartbeat and the push and pull of your lungs doing their job.

(I've been reading bukowski for those who can't tell)