June 4, 2014 / 1:11 P.M.
Behind the window pane, through the earth drapes
I can see the sun’s reflection from the building facing mine
They look like how the buildings were facing ours
When I stayed with you for two days
Those days when we were never well-behaved
This is one of those days when waking up is the hardest
It is also when your memories visit
Standing still beside my bed
Running its hands through my hair
Like how you run your fingers through the strands
When I was smoking the stars for wishes
And there are days when sleeping is the hardest
How we refute and agree
Constant locked horns
The bliss of surrendering to sleep
Doesn’t assure nearly sufficient respite
There are days when the spaces between my fingers felt so empty
There are times when the air-conditioner is left off
Because it is only through the heat that I could be reminded
How I felt baked waiting for Armi Millare
There are times when I would want the room to go freezing
Because I could only find warmth under the sheets
The only warmth I know I could hold as a lover
Today, I raised my index finger to my face
To brush away an untamed hair
It smelled swiftly of you
When it glided past my nose
It’s not your Gio Armani
Not your Versace
That skin-smell I find stuck into your neck-place
Every piece of you left dashes
All over the bedding you have never slept on
I seized very still with eyes closed
Trying to save whatever atoms of you
I coped to snip
Until even my breath meant I have lost you
I didn’t breathe at all
Just wrapped my arms around me
And for a moment
Felt that it was you
