Pretending
You lingered on my pillow
For just a while longer,
I imagined you had never left
As I drew you in
With each staggered breath.
I don’t need to look to find these;
A stray hair here,
A necklace over there,
The smell of perfume
Still clinging to the air.
Shadows cast against walls
Forming shapes that could be you,
Creaks in the floor
could be your return
Through the glass door.
When I close my eyes at night,
In the dead quiet,
while holding my breath,
Asides from the cold,
It’s like you never left.
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