A Little Bit of Everything

#1

You left.

I know that.

I watched you walk out that door put us in your rear view mirror. I understand that you are no longer here.

But you are not gone.

Your favourite mug that you used every cold rainy day still sits on my shelf in the cupboard. In the beginning, before I let you inside after a date, you would lean against the railing outside my door, and one time a bar snapped and I still haven't fixed it. Your side of the bed gets colder every night, and the toothbrush I bought you because you never brought your own still sits in the cup beside mine. Worst of all my skin has memorized your touch. Sometimes when I'm cooking in the kitchen I can still feel you come up behind me and wrap your arms around my waist. When I walk through the park I can feel your fingers intertwine with mine. A week after you left I had to buy new sheets, but I can still feel your body, the soft edges, the small slopes and how we could lay for hours tracing eachother's skin.

You see, you left, but you aren't gone.

                    

              ~excerpt #3// why I'm not over you yet.