Sheets of Solitude

So cold and empty, these sheets feel  
An oasis of abandonment  
Sheets of isolation and solitude  
Five pillows for two
But wait where are you  
Alone I feel;  
Every night you're not here  
Tears flood my eyes  
My bed, feels five hundred miles wide  
I don't know what to do  
I just smother my face, in clothes that smell like you  
I miss you;  
The way your lips taste;  
That smell lingering off your skin;  
The way you hold me; make me feel safe  
But then horror hits  
I'm all alone, in this bed fit for two  
Does that make any sense to you  
A trauma victim  
They use those words so frequently  
Why do you think you can fix me  
Every night you're not here I drift off  
Staying silent and alone  
In this wide ocean of open bed, I lay  
Awake and afraid  
So like I said cold and empty  
In this oasis of abandonment;  
I lay all alone