He headded home.
A little bit ago.
All that's left is this pillowcase,
Where his precious head lie.
Once emerssed in the sent,
The air seems so stale,
When compared to his aroma.

"I miss him already."
Such a commen phrase.
I realized that after,
I had already whispered it to myself.

Right after I heard his car pull ou,.
My hands hold the sides,
Of the kitchen sink,
Thinking.
And I know.
I know that I am now in waiting.
That was the peak,
And now in the valley,
I will have ti start,
Hiking up the mountain again...
Again.

All I will hold the memories of tonight.
To close for comfort
Replaying them.
Until I forget.

I wish I could see him every day.
I wish I could hear from him more.
I hate how everyone else knows,
Knows how pure he is.
And now they want him too.
He is just so busy.
He is just so needed.
He is spreading himself thinner,
Than his skin can stretch.
The energy lost,
Made up for in a drink,
Of artificial chemicals.
His heart races fast.
Too fast.
And It's not due to me.

I want him.
But I know I can't have him.
He just can't take it.
So my memories aid me,
Until I can hold him again.