𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧

the wind is cold
as it blows against my
window.
it whispers my name
yet I cannot hear it over
the honeybee that hums
in my record player.
the cologne smell floats
off of my cardigan to my nose
like I'm still standing next him.
his blue eyes piercing my own
and his smile
illuminating and warming my soul.
I spin around before
collapsing on my bed.
I stare at the wall where a photograph
of him has been taped up.
he has that stupid hoodie on and
a look that says
"I told you we'd make it"
I smile and slip my bare feet into
a pair of his too large shoes.
he's standing in the kitchen where
the bacon is sizzling and the
coffee smells extra strong.
I wrap my arms around his waist and
breathe in the scent of his cologne,
which has become a familiar scent
to me in these last years.
it all began when I was twenty-one
and now here I am, twenty-four and
exceeding every expectation I
ever had for him
or even for us.
and I wouldn't change a thing.

written on: december 5th, 2020