One Night Stand
Strains of a lovingly strummed guitar seep through
the thin walls,
a single curl of smoke rising from the cigarette
wavering with every rumble of the semis that drive by outside.
The bed's been empty for a week,
the sheets in the same disarray you left them.
I sleep on the chair in the corner and wake
with the dawn, staring at the fading imprint of your body in the blankets.