waking      up     to         find
dust  his  atoms  left  behind
catches my breath sometimes.
though  i  can  barely  recall
why      I          was     so    still
when     he     flew     away
and                    disappeared
gone          fo­r             good.
was  it  his  eyes  I  loved?
was  it  the  earnest  way
hetried todo everythingright?
how  is it that I sometimes
miss the smell of his soap
yet I can't remember the acts
of  actually  loving  him?
sometimes I think my soul
has a way of remembering
things        my        mind
has      chosen    to   forget
until     I     fall      asleep
and  my   mind   and  soul
try              to                 meet
and i dream of his eyelashes
and  the  soles   of  his   feet