Without You …

 

 

 

(Day)

Your shoes are gone. 
Your bags and towel too.

They leave behind empty prints.

Our thumb wars, your laughter, your gaze
still linger in your bedroom...
They speak out loud at times

and grow distant like fireflies.

I smell your pillow...

and spot two solitary strands of hair...

These two little parts of you cheer my spirit up.

I find you very close for once.

I keep them safe for what… I don’t know?

I smell your jacket too and when I get close to your smell
I wish they never fade.

(Night)

The sky is quiet tonight.

I light my smoke and I hear our whispers.

I rest my back on the same wall by the corner
trying to fill your empty print on the wall.

I recollect our last walk in the lulling streets of the city.

Your silk chocolate, lamp posts, whiff of scented flowers
and our isolated thoughts...