I woke up to lip stick stains on the
Pillow case

and the scent of your cologne on my body

the taste of bitter liquor lingered on my tongue

while the scent of fresh coffee drifted
throughout the home

the senses were so familiar but the scenery was never the same

the bed was always in a new place
and the coffee never tasted the same

the lip stick stains were always a different
shade and I always recalled screaming
a new name