My pillow
still smells
*like you

I am writing this as I lay beside you
for the last time.
In the morning I'll leave the strawberry yogurt on the counter,
I know it's the only flavor you can stand.
Don't bother running to the door,
I'll have been gone for hours.
Did you know that your eyes flutter an awful lot when you sleep?
And it's sweet how gentle your hands look laying on your chest.
You have a freckle on your forearm,
I guess I never noticed
because as much of your body I've seen I guess I never really looked.
And I'm sorry we skipped introductions,
like your favorite song.
I wish I knew it.
Instead I spent my time memorizing how you breathe;
choppy at first, then gentle.
And I could remain by your side until you to love me back,
but I'm too restless,
and you'd never notice.
And now I am left with an unfinished poem in a book you'll never see,
so when you read this note keep in your mind
that I have loved you as flowers love bees
but the sting has become too much to endure.

*Goodbye my love.

She comes, and she goes but she never stays
She looks, she smiles, but she never speaks.
I look at her; she is a beauty of forever,
She brightens the way like a shining star.
She walks like a snake sweetly,softly and silently
her open hair flying in the open air
I know, does she know?
What a beauty she can make!