some of the things you said had a way of being stained into my memory
like the ring from the coffee cup still lingering on the table
but the taste of cigarettes on your lips still burns my throat
and I can't bring myself to sleep without the lights on
you whispered just a little too much and now your voice is something I can't shake
stars can't come close to the light in your eyes
you held me just a little too long and a little too close and now your touch is what I always crave
the constellations in your freckles appear in my dreams
and only in the morning do i awake to your scent