Gone
1.
I thought I knew
what lonely was,
until the first time
I woke up
seeing your smiling face
right next to mine again.
Slowly coming to,
realizing its just a pillow in my arms.
Just an after image
from where I imprinted you
at the front of my brain.

2.
Breath in.
Face buried in the flannel
I always wear.
Searching for the last hints
of your scent.
A mixture of the air in your room.
Body wash.
Pheromones from your sweat.
All gone.
Breath out.
Let the ever filling void
that is longing
into my chest.

This is currently a work in progress.  There’s a more a raw version of it, the one I keep adding to.  It’s far more personal though and not something I think I’ll ever print.  What I’ve done here is taken what I think is the more universal side of things from it.  I’m not sure it works.  It doesn’t feel complete though either this way.