As I lay here in the spot where you were, now left cold, I inhale the smell of of you. Your hair though untwisted, smells of somone's care. I feel like I've lived a lifetime more than you, yet I've never experienced a touch in the small of my back, fingertips in my roots, nor glimpses of me in someone else's eyes.
I want you to come back and maybe next time I'll show more of me....maybe....next time.
But for now, I will inhale you in the spot you left, now gone cold.
22 hours ago