Sheets And Blankets

Are these voices in my head
Or whispers in the dark
The owls first call
Or the first stirrings of the lark?
My beds messed up
It mirrors my mind
Sheets and blankets tangled up
With me clumsily entwined.
You said that you would call
You said a lot of things
But the things that speak the loudest
Are your many silences
But I will wait for an answer
Although I’m not sure one will come
All that is certain right now is
That under these sheets and blankets
Is the mess of a man you’ve fled from