your lighter is still on my table
because you forgot it when you left
my clothes are still on the floor
because I didn't bother to put it back on
your scent is still in my sheets
therefore I haven't left my bed for three days
Here I am reminded of the
endless amounts of cigarettes we smoked
when my hair tickled your bare skin
and your lips were buried in my neck
your eyes spoke words of certainty
and your hands told stories from
far away countries
where lovers died young
our souls silently entwined
and our naked bodies fused together
you tasted like sunshine
and you told me I felt like spring




to P.L