I mostly miss
The space
  Where I
Pressed
My face
Into  your
   Sternum
And breathed in
Salty skin
But not the
Way skin is
    Salty
But the way yours  is
Mixed with
Old cologne
and smells
Like home
Your chin
   Hairs rested
On top
Of
       My
               Head
And
            The
One time
You said I was
Your soul
Mate
I felt
Myself leap
Out of my flesh
And savored the
Moment
Now the space
Where my head
Rested
On
         Your
Sternum
Is someone
Else’s favorite
Spot
I wonder how
You smell to them
And if you
Think they are
Your soulmate