On those crisp autumn mornings-
I would watch her leave me.
My throat tight and aching
my eyes swollen.
With only a rose colored kiss left behind on my hand
So that somehow-
In some form-
I could exist in her presence at only an arm’s length away
Keeping my nose attached to my tiny hand
Absorbing every particle
Of the sticky sweet smell of her lipstick
For the endless 4 hours
That we were apart.