I know what lost love looks like now
It's not a person in a rainy doorway
It's a ghost hovering in and consuming a space
It's the way footsteps echo in an empty hall
An empty hall you once stood in
It's finishing your favorite book for the first time
A book you obsessed over that now collects dust
It's spraying the last of a beautiful perfume
A scent that lingers on all of our belongings still
It's sitting in a room of silence with strangers
You stare in their faces and hope at least one lights up to see you
It's wearing my fingers to the bone when I hold a pencil
I keep writing apology letters that you will never see
It's the pale white walls of a doctors office
A boring and tired and uneasy place
No color rests upon its shoulders
No sound bounces off the walls
No scents take your back to memories
And you wonder why anyone even dares to make the puzzle pieces fit
It's only you
Your past lover
And your solitude