missing you.

i want that same coolness of the sheets on my thighs as the morning i woke up next to you, but all i get is empty pillows and a long goodbye.

i get cigarettes that feel worse the more i smoke them and a tattered bent picture.

i saw you yesterday, and i never thought that seeing you the way you always were would send me into a panic, throw me into tears.

"oh, there you are," you said as you turned to see me. and my breath got short the way it's been since you've been gone.

i couldn't say a word or move from that one spot. then you were gone, again.