red


i still have your socks, in my top drawer
next to that red piece you like.
i still haven’t washed your t-shirt
- it smells like you, after the rain.

remember that day?

you’re everywhere:
the blankets i hide under
the pillows i clutch in the dark

you’re the passenger on a sunny side,
the smoke that lingers
a cold drink of water,
cheese curl stains on my fingertips.

those blankets when it’s cold
- they smell like you after a long day.

you’re in the silence of a crowd,
the grin with my real laugh,
that deep breath when i’ve had enough.

you’re not perfect, but well...
i still have your socks, in my top drawer
next to that red piece you used to like to see me in.

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