coffee for one

my bedroom is littered with
empty bottles and thoughts of you
i’m not sure which will make it to the wastebasket first

if i dream of us and wake up alone
it will be much harder to get up
and make my coffee for one

these days in between our intimacy
leave me feeling like lead
feet dragging and head foggy

i hear your voice in my head
and when i am with you again
i will remember how to breathe
the weight of the week off my chest