I can still smell you,
On the sweater you left behind,
At the rim of the cups lying unwashed,
The last dregs of the too sweet coffee you liked,
On the bed that you slept in,
On my skin.
I feel like I’ve woken up from a bad dream
And forgotten how to go back to sleep.
Though my eyelids lure me into darkness,
My mind tells me I cannot sleep without
Your lips grazing the back of my neck.
All the spaces you’ve left keep distracting me;
I watch my life pass by from a distance.
I am too numb to run with the others
When all I can think about
Was how close your mouth was to my ear
As you sang to me, again and again.