Monday, Feb. 11, 2008 / 12:29 a.m.
Missing Day

Charcoal and ash
Present and past
Don't understand why I woke up
With an EKG lead on my chest
In my own bed
Some sort of bad dream
But there's the evidence
Staring on back at me
Don't even know where I was
Vague memory of asking to call
And chanting his number
Couldn't remember anything
But couldn't forget his number

And yet they let me go
How the hell could they let me go
Why the hell would they let me go
Just free to leave and wake up in my own bed
Like nothing ever happened
Except my prescription bottle was gone
And damn, I thought I had four left
So what the hell do I do now
With a burning stomach
A vague memory
And a missing day