I walk the stairs to my chamber of rest, in hope I can hold the quivering smile as I drift off to sleep.
One step on the staircase and my mind is empty.
The next step, I feel my heart begin to feel heavy.
Another step and I see the end is near.
I take another step, and then another, until I'm there.
At this time, my heart has sunk into the pit of my stomach.
There you are, at the top of my staircase.
I know you're not actually there, but there lies your smell,
so fragrant and nice.
As I climb into my bed, the smell lingers in my nose for a little while,
I know I shouldn't have, but I just had to remember you.
I had to remember everything about you.
When I set my alarm for the next morning,
I see you once again.
This time, not in the form of the clothes you once wore,
this time I see you and me,
together.
By this point my heart has left the room,
it's just my mind and eyes and empty body which looks at the photograph of us,
wishing we could be like that, again.
And as I turn away, I look at my arm.
Besides the bruises and cuts, my eyes focus on our promise.
One of the many promises you broke.
Everywhere I look, I see you.
But seeing is the only touching my body will do,
And our silence is the air making love to you.
So, when you left I felt alone,
and longed to reach out to the ghost of your body,
but bodies mean nothing when the heart is gone,
and your heart had left when mine grew strong,
and I loved and I loved
and all you could do
was stare at the body
of the girl you once knew.
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