“She Was Here”.

You linger on my pillow
And my bliss is decapitated when you walk out the door.
Hell seeps into heaven as your silhouette diminishes in your exit.
Wanting to reverse time inverts my equilibrium because I will always fail.

Yet here I lay with closed eyes
Inhaling what’s left of you on my pillow.
I’m treating it like a crime scene with the yellow tape and the chalk outline.
No one enters as I marinate in your precious DNA.

I desire more and more samples of you.
These moments that breed memories
And the memories that come to life.
Part of you resides in me
And in this temple you are the crown.

What you leave behind matters
The same as if you were still here.
It is proof that you live outside my mind
And that you were just one with my flesh.
I did not invent you nor have I fabricated any mementos attached to your name.

So, for now, I am here with you, without you.
This scented apparition will overtake my senses the way you overtook my life.
And I will keep this version of you in the pocket of my heart forever.

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