Your Smell

Today, you returned the last of my clothes
The clothes you wore home in the early mornings,
when you were too tierd to change

Every piece retained your smell
The smell that use to consume my sheets, that you made me
wash last week! (You remember?)

And last week, I thought I was over you?
You who made me feel like living just a little longer, than I
previously thought possible!

But I'm not over anything, especially this smell
This smell that on my shorts, reminds me of everything lost that I can never again, regain!

I wanna sleep next to those shorts
The shorts you rolled down countless times, so they would sat right on your hips just right!

I can only hope that in my sleep I'll roll over, and roll over into that smell
I wish to permeate my soul once more

And in my delusion I swear I can feel you
But instead, find only my pillow
The way an amputee sears he feels his missing limb

You told me what I want you can no longer give
But you could've at least given me the courtesy
of washing my shit before you returned it to me!