She was the laughter
drowning the comedy
in your living room.
The gasps and shrieks
that accompanies
your favorite horror movies.
She was the enticing aroma
in your kitchen.
The clattering of utensils
in your dining table,
fork on her right hand,
then spoon on her left.
She was the diva
in your shower.
The vanilla scent
that lingers.
She was the moans
and giggles
that echoes
in your bedroom wall.
The warmth
of your duvet.
The sweat
in your sheets.
She was the figure left
in your unmade bed.
She was the name
at the back of your head.
She was the thousand memories
you dared to forget.
But can’t.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
She was the laughter
drowning the comedy
in your living room.
The gasps and shrieks
that accompanies
your favorite horror movies.
She was the enticing aroma
in your kitchen.
The clattering of utensils
in your dining table,
fork on her right hand,
then spoon on her left.
She was the diva
in your shower.
The vanilla scent
that lingers.
She was the moans
and giggles
that echoes
in your bedroom wall.
The warmth
of your duvet.
The sweat
in your sheets.
She was the figure left
in your unmade bed.
She was the name
at the back of your head.
She was the thousand memories
you dared to forget.
But can’t.
