As I slip into a deep sleep,
Memories of him creep into me.
I shake in my bed grabbing at the place he used to lay.
I want to open my eyes to look for him,
But I know the outcome,
I do not want to see.
I miss the way I would fall asleep to the sound of his heavy breathing;
I miss when I could turn over at 2am and kiss his neck and his back.
He is gone,
I am here alone, walking the paths meant for two.
Every smile I see I think of you.
As I sit in the cafe he had shown me months before,
A single tear rolls down my dry skin.
His mind is now a fairground ride-I wonder if he thinks of me.
I grab the sweater he gave to me,
And slip back into a state of euphoria.
I miss him.