into the eyes of passersby
they allow no emotion
they give nothing away
but hold nothing back
they are empty
empty as the bed in which i sleep
alone, now that he is gone away
the pillow still dented
in the place where he dreamt
those dreams of his
where he thought those thoughts
that kept him awake through long nights
blankets still mussed
in his form
where he should be, the bastard
but he left
like he said he wouldn't
the shower door still drips
crying
tearing through the silence
too thick even for knives
it's frightening, this neverending quiet
the bathroom is still thick with humidity
& words unspoken
hanging themselves there
invisible to the eye
but neon to the heart
mirror steamy
with leftover anger
fogging my vision
i can't see myself clearly
nor could he
i can still smell his cologne
still hear his gravel voice
humming me softly to sleep
drawing me out of my shell
& into his strong arms
i can still hear his footsteps
over the hardwood floor
shuffling to lift the suitcase
pausing with a hand on the doorknob
& sighing out the door
leaving me here
to be without him
with the intention of never returning
never to sing to me again
like those sizzling rainy nights
when we left the windows open
to listen to the drops
splashing on the windowsill
in time with our heavy breathing
i can still hear him
still feel him
still breathe him
like he's still here.
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