It is acute heartbreak
sore laziness that takes the bones
a head swollen with sleep
but "look at you, sweetheart!"
There are bags under those dull eyes
Oil upon clean skin & dirty hair
stomach spread, soft, with liquor
The ribcage has been broken open & ravaged
smeared with the remnants of what
once was a heart
A physical embodiment of feelings
feelings?! 
It was my blood in there
I've got this stare fixed blankly out
the kitchen window
A heavy glass ashtray atop the rotted
wood table
In it are flakes of tobacco
The only evidence that you existed.