my bed talks about you as i try to sleep
the sheets whisper stories about your skin,
the smell of soap and sweat,
the smoothness that met roughness at your scars and seams
the pillow remembers your curls and dreams
and the way you would fold it under your chin to better look at me
my hips remember your hand placed on them gently,
with subtle entitlement and obvious love
my neck remembers the light kisses at dawn,
to make sure i was still beside you
my knees remember your knees,
and how they would brush against one another,
every once in a while
my lips still recall the feel of yours in the darkness,
before my eyes had the chance to open