I still haven’t washed my sheets yet
not out of neglect or being unclean,
but because I need your scent to linger,
just one more day
and another in between.

I am a yearner by nature
aching for your cologne to live in my lungs again,
for your touch to press pause on the noise from within.

Forehead kisses got me losing my mind,
soft chaos conjured by divine design,
these sheets has me losing my senses,
thread by thread they hold your presence.

Goodbye kisses still resting on my lips,
like they forgot how to leave,
and I…

I am at a loss for words
but full of memories.

Eye contact that begged you to stay
hugs that makes my heart skip beats

Since you aren’t here with me,
these sheets stay unclean once more,
not dirty just devoted
to what you have left before.

They hold me at night
like you used to do,
and I cling to what lingers
when the day feels too heavy to move through.

I’ve made a home under this blanket,
in these pillows, in this bed
a soft place built from absence,
where my memory of you rests its head.