.bones.

ive been picking up pieces
of your bones since you left
trying to focus only
on the pretty ones
and leaving out the rest.

the residue of our kisses
remain on the pillowcases
along with the smell of
lilacs and a scent
that always reminded me
of bath and body work’s moonlit path.

i wonder if your scent will ever leave my nose
i wonder if the love i felt will ever disappear

it’s been years and my hands still
ache to write about you.