The aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans
The crick-crack rhythm of lazy stumbling steps and tired unused joints
The cluttered kitchen layout of your dorm room, littered with ***** towels and stale, worn-out pants
Still the scene reminds me of a distant home that kindled warmth in my soul.
I can still feel the hurt burning holes through splotches of wasted time.
Actually, time is never wasted, just perpetual.
Maybe I am anxious because I’d rather Time went on without me.
I don’t care to skip this feeling over for the days to come
Like a pebble over the river, creating ripples that grow and fade.
I recall tangled limbs, messy sheets, sweaty hair,
annoying alarms, early sunrise, your sleepy face.
Your smell, so pleasantly sweet:
Cucumber melon and shower gel I cannot place.
I miss the way you breathe in my scent
Trace the outline of my skin,
refresh my lips with a teasing kiss
show me how a good morning is spent.
Seems like it's been a hundred years since then.