When You Are Gone

when you are gone

i'll kick off my shoes,
and leave them disregarded
in the middle of a cluttered floor

i'll eat beans cold from the can,
have pasta everyday,
tinned fruit, coke and vodka
from a mug -
my mug

i'll wake up as late as i can,
and stay in bed all day,
even if it means
lying and wondering

i'll draw the curtains
against the day,
curl up alone on the sofa
and watch rubbish on television

i'll download porn
from the internet,
flirt with men in chat rooms,
wank for hours

i'll reach out in bed,
find only extra space,
and no one nicking the duvet