Archive for August, 2013


when your cologne dissipates from my sheets and the tshirt left on my bed
when the phone shows a text from your brother instead of you
when a sunday routine becomes a solo performance
i feel you are gone

when a photo looks more vivid than a memory
when a frequently-used bowl is never returned
when my coffee expenses are cut in half
i feel you are gone

when i realize i have no one to tell my good news
when all of my thoughts and their thoughts are of you
when weeks go by without being touched
i feel you are gone

when morning is as dark as evenings alone
when a funny license plate makes me cry in my car
when i lose my way home while i’m falling apart
i know you are gone


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