This Morning

Ceaseless ringing reverse
lights, trashcans, roommates
banging white light
bed covers twisted
all night
longing.

Mess of yesterday
repetition of the same
verse over and over paper
pile over bedside,
spilling out along
laundry cycles
on the floor.

I’ve got chores
to do but
my whole
body aches, and
I can still smell him
as though he never
left the night before.