The weird perfume of the sweat on your neck,
lingers on my lips.
When I look for keys in my jacket pocket,
the void of your missing hands drains me null.
The bed at home seems huge…
I curl to touch you and find a pillow.
When I turn to look back in the mirror while I ride..
I miss you looking at me with your gleaming eyes..
And, the road behind stares at me without a smile.
The wind whistles all the voices of the world in my ears…
I try to filter out your melodious tone from the garbage..
When I hug someone now,
I have to adjust the fit,
As your fit is what I am accustomed to.