Empty space

Your voice lulls me to sleep.
Your snoring fails to keep me up.
Your moving in bed does not wake me.
But when you get up in the night
your absence screams in my ears,
it prods and pokes at me
and I wake up with a start,
finding a loud, obnoxious empty space
interfering with my sleep.
I don’t lose sleep over you –
I loose sleep over the empty space
where you should be.