I can be with him or just a moment and how he lingers as I push my hair over my shoulder, move in a way that my shirt creeps near my face I can't put my nose on it Sometimes I wonder if anyone will catch a whiff of him if I sit close Maybe its the uncertainty of where and when that makes it feel so welcomed To sit with myself and smell everything from closing the curtains to resting my head as he reties his shoes The bitter-sweetness of goodbye to a gentle reminder of the next hello
12:41am 10.12.17











