You're not here anymore.
You were here last night.
And now I'm laying in bed alone,
Well, mostly alone.
I am entirely surrounded,
Actually.
The remains of you are still here.
My blankets smell of your touch.
My pillows still imprinted with the weight of your head.
And I, with the feel of your arms, that were wrapped around me so comfortably.
And it's nights like these,
That I don't mind your absence as much.
Because I still have the reminders of you.
The remnants of last night.
And with the smell of you completely encompassing me,
I will sleep a bit easier,
Knowing you were by my side,
In one way or another.
I still have the remnants of you.
And that's not too bad.
6/17/16
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoetryI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...
