scent
im missing you @ 3:52 p.m. on 2003-01-29
Everyday. You are with me.
In this plastic cup that I sip my tea from every morning.
In this gray hoodie with last year's art stains that I threw on as I walked out the door.
In the class ring that awaits my graduation.
In my eyes. I'm sure people can see. And that blesses me with great amounts of happiness.
As I was getting ready this morning, I glanced over at my couch. It serves as a closet these days. I spot my telephone cord leading beneath a pillow and a three-sizes-too-big men's fire department shirt. I remember that it's Wednesday and we may get to talk on the phone tonite. Then, I laugh at my "organization".
Coffee mugs, crotchet thrift shop blankets, running pants, pullovers, tshirts, VHS tapes, my PS2...the word et cetera doesn't give this justice.
I imagine that you stayed over last night. Mom thought you'd crash on the couch but instead we snuggled together in my twin bed...under my electric blanket. The teddy bear that I pretend is you, lays on the floor. I don't need it anymore. You are in my arms.
I imagine that this is why you have on my shirt...why you carry my scent today...
and I carry yours too...