This bed

I wrote this poem about my boyfriend who sadly, I think I am distancing myself from more and more. Please review! Constructive criticism appreciated!

This Bed

I am wide awake tonight.
This bed feels far too large for me
And the space you should occupy is empty.
Cold.
The only reminder you were ever here is the vague smell of your cologne
Sunk into the flat pillows.
Your memories wash over me when I rest upon your pillows.
I can not block out your face!
I can not block out your hurt!
Your down turned lips.
Your confused eyes.
I am restless in this bed.
With vacant thoughts and vacant dreams.
This bed which is filled with dreams too many.
Memories,
Rotting in the sheets.
I am drowning in a blanket too large.
A blanket you should share.
I am drowning
And it’s my entire fault.