I still find you, trapped within the scent
threaded into my blankets.
I still taste you on the exhales of my morning's first cigarette.
I still feel your five o'clock shadow tickling my shoulders when I type at my computer.
I still feel your eyes across the room when part of a crowd.
I still linger in the music we shared.
I still hear your voice amongst the songs of birds. And when I listen hard enough,
I still hear you whisper those
three
solitary
words.