one thirteen a.m.
there's a jacket slung over the chair
over the almost dried up towel
there are papers strewn all over the table
folders tucked to one side
and a half-empty mug of water
my bed's unmade
my sheets are ruffled
and my blanket's been hastily huddled
to one careless pile
my room looks so full
but it's empty
it's empty without you
there are jeans in hangers
as I open the closet
and my shirts
loosely folded in one part
my side of the closet's
never looked so full
but it's empty
it's empty without you
and I miss you
I miss the way
Our closet's divided right down the middle
But now your part looks so lonely
I miss the way
Your jacket hung over your chair
The way your towel's draped
Over your bed
The way your books littered your table
I miss you
The part you used to occupy
Looks so lonely
And I miss you even more
I miss the way you laugh
The way your hair falls on your face
And looks just right, nevertheless
I miss the way you're so
Goddamned perfect
Even the way
You could never be mine
I remember that day
You packed your boxes
Still hurts when I think about it
You're gone
And I was stupid enough
To let you just walk out
My cigarette's fainting
And I see the smoke
As it forms before my eyes
A hazy reflection of myself
Colorless
Wandering
Lost
Me.
Me without you.
I miss you
And it hurts this much.
Only you'll never know.
You'll never know.
post script: to you. Only a fragment of lost unspeakable memories.
So much for promising never to look back.