Pacing.
Yelling at pictures on the wall.
Can't stop,
can't rest.
Pace.
Wondering where you are.
Sliding along walls,
ears pricking up at the sound
of a car door
SLAMMING.
Is it you?
Drunken stagger,
in a stupor.
Pounding walls.
Manic depression,
Jimi knows how I feel.
Tears coming,
tickling my nose.
Leaving the light on,
3 hours late.
Finally weary,
I sink to the floor,
dreaming
you've been here
with me all this time.
Waking up to realize,
you're gone 
for good.