ghosts are just memories, and dreams are in between (insomnia)

from my collection "the book of little hurts".

i am afraid of my bed
the pillows filled with empty air 
the pale ghost sheets 
the imprint of your body on the mattress.

if i keep my eyes open 
i see your shadow folded neatly into the dark corners of my room
an origami memory
but if i close them i dream—
your arm slung thoughtlessly over me
you look at me and smile
your eyes
brown suns breaking a new dawn over the haunted night. 

give me peace! 
i beg of you
leave me, wash me clean of your blood! 
would that i had the strength to exorcise your flesh from mine
But one day I’ll dream enough to forget you.