i’ll catch a flash of you in the dark shadows of a smokey bar or hear the scuff of your boot on the beer soaked floor or the glimpse of black leather as a door slowly closes
i smell the aroma of you while entering a book store following it towards the mysteries and horror only to have the scent fade somewhere between self help and biographies
i feel you next to me in bed at night spellbound by the very thought of you aching to hold you then saddened by the fact that your side of the bed is empty
you've left me, i know and foolish, i may be but it gives me comfort knowing you can arouse my senses just by imagining you're still around.