“The traces of her memories are still left behind.”

Even our shadows were made for each other.

Even the flowers are jealous of the curves of her body.

She is a kind of poison I would die for.

I miss how her whisky lips used to run all over me.

I am just a star in the space of her memories.

My eyes thread of happiness leads back to you.

You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.

It’s hard to breathe when she is not around.

She is the moon covered in the dress of stars.

She is the answer to my every prayer.

Missing you come in waves. Tonight I am just drowning.

She is whisky in a teacup.

The most dangerous drug I know has brown eyes and a heartbeat.

She left the room. I am still talking to her fragrance.

Her voice still echoes in my void heart.

You smell so close when I am drunk in love.

Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you, Tomorrow I’ll miss you.

I have loved you and missed you all for so long. That even this feeling feels like home.

I miss you so much your absence causes me, at times, accute pain. I don’t mean sexually. I mean in connection with my writing.

Missing you evolves daily like our love once did before we moved on.

I find you in storms, I feel you in the lightning, I miss you in rain.

Her existence made me feel drunk even when I was sober.

My heart beats for me, always has, but it waits for you.

You are the oxygen and I’m dying to breathe.