in your absence

in your absence
i haven’t washed the sheets in weeks
scent of your sweat and aftershave still lingers
imprint displaced crumpled space
a strand of hair
imagined warmth still emanates
from you-shaped indentation
even microscopic shreds of skin 
dandruff
the drool stain on the pillowcase
are precious
i lie dead still so not to waken
the dream of me i hope you’re having
wherever you are