i left the side of your
bed the same ever since you
left and never came back
on the spot where
you used to slumber
it smells of you, a hazy
scent of cigarette smoke and
the cheap cologne you bought
last thursday night
I remember that night
like the tattoo on your chest
which i would outline
as we drank wine
and our vision became blurry
and our words became slurred
and the moon smiled at us
while we smiled back
but you didn’t have to leave
unexpectedly leaving me all
alone with your cheap cologne
the red wine
my vision blurry
my words slurred
the cigarette smoke that still
lingered in the air
and a moon that won’t even
smile back at me