he talks about her like she is every reason he is hurting and every reason he keeps moving

he wakes up and she is the only thing on his mind
he gets out of bed with one, her smile
he glances at his sleepy eyes and messy hair in the mirror with two, her reflection looking back at him
he cleans himself up with three, her voice telling him how she's always moisturizing and pampering herself
he puts on his clothes with four, her hands on his chest
he pours coffee into her once favorite mug with five, her eyes all teared up that one time she burned her tongue
he comes back home late and unsteady
he looks for his missing pieces in people who are not whole themselves he attempts to build up extraordinary relationships with people who stopped believing in such things
all in hope that his mind would erase the idea that he belongs to one person
he sets his alarm on somedays
other days he's too tired to move
he rests his head on a couple of pillows with six, the feeling of her fingers running through his hair
he fixes his mind and tries to think straight with seven, the realization that she is long gone and he is only stuck with hallucinations of the past and what could have been
he falls asleep to the thought of her
he breathes to the scent of her
it's all too quiet but he swears he could hear her voice sometimes

in the morning, he wakes up and she is the only thing on his mind everything goes back into reverse, he lives in repeated events
his body goes on with his life.
his soul, still trapped in what ifs  
he smiles and it's the brightest thing ever; the sun seems suddenly irrelevant
he laughs and I could see
in that curve
in that temporal moment
that it's been a while since everything broke down in his world yet he couldn't find a way to repair the damage
and she is every reason behind that