Interpretive

our bed,    
the loneliest place on earth    
Undressing I lay down    
     
laying on white sheets      
I close my eyes    
and remember    
     
everything,    
leaving nothing out      
I want to sob uncontrollably     
     
but I don't    
though I should      
I don't    
     
the room is cold    
that's nothing new,   
I shiver off the last of you    
     
I place my forearms    
across my chest    
my legs are close together    
     
waiting for you to get home    
laying naked,    
in my best funeral pose    
     
a thought crosses my mind,    
I begin to wonder if you will get    
my artistic good-bye?......    
     
this bed is a coffin,    
our love      
has died    
     
realizing your an idiot,    
I get up and get dressed    
fuck it maybe next time.