I used to revel in the scent of you
The life you breathed into me
And the air of September
No coffee, because you prefer
Tea, the stains held close to my heart

I could have written a thousand poems
To describe the way
Your mouth moved against mine
But all I have are our secrets
Hidden in my bedsheets

The hoodie of yours I loved
Sits worn in my wardrobe
There’s no you left in the threads
And that doesn’t fill me with regret
anymore

maybe losing him
to find you
was worth it in the end.

I think about
you, loosely in the cracks
between my mind. You
hold that power over me,
my favourite misdirection-
My favourite muse.
To desire to want you in a
masterpiece is the secret
painted on my
wrists. I breathe you in
a little louder, kiss you a little
harder; til the earth
wipes away.
a Daydream in the night sky,
I hold you there.