Without a night stand, my cup spilling

I left my bowl of
cereal in the sink unwashed
thought for a moment by
your empty chair
turned down the lights
removed my clothes
climbed into cold bed
under cold sheets,
closed my eyes
listened to a solitary car horn moan in the night
reminded myself,
"You must remember your dreams,"
then drifted
just drifted without thinking
until I slept
a black endless vision-less dead man's sleep,

In the morning I opened my notebook
and scratched a big X onto the first empty page I found,

"Shit,
          what a waste," I thought,

But hell,

you know, there wasn't enough time or ink
to fill the damned thing in anyway.