blank pictures and bedsheets

you send me blank pictures

of blankets, and i can’t help

but realize i’ve never slept

in your bed. i’ve only sat

uncomfortably on the couch

because your house didn’t feel

like home and that felt wrong

but i guess it was right.

sometimes i can’t stop myself

from wondering if she’s just out of

frame. she has to be. where else

would she sleep? she’s laying

next to you and you’re laying

next to her and i’m staring

at a blank photo wondering

why i don’t know what color

your bedsheets are.