and that's where i'll be-
in the song that plays on shuffle
that you heard me sing in the kitchen over and over
i will live on
in every flower you stop to
take a picture of because the memory of my
excitement over every little thing
is etched into your brain
and when the sun shines through at 6 am
when you wake up on a random tuesday morning
and somehow you're certain you smelled my perfume
or heard me getting ready in your bathroom
i hope the feeling of my body
dances on your fingertips
where you brush over that
empty spot in your bed
where i used to sleep




















