I can still smell you
In my sheets
In the sleeve of my shirt on the side that was nestled beneath you
In my pillows
Traces left behind
After the title wave of you.
If I close my eyes
And think hard enough
I can still feel your hand
On the back of my neck
And your lips on mine.
I can try to summon
The feeling of your beating heart beneath my cheekbone
But it has faded too fast
And grown too faint.
I try to remember the heat
Of your skin sliding along mine
And the sting of my skin
In your teeth.
This tidal wave of you
Has come and gone too quickly
Leaving me alone
In the wreckage of its wake.
I am left with just enough vestiges of you
Your scent
The ghostly touch of phantom fingers
To remember you vividly
And miss you eve more so.