Leftover Love
Breadcrumbs from a story that didn’t last very long
Feels like an eternity has passed
Since I heard your voice
By now, I should have forgotten
how it even sounds,
But I haven’t
The sing song ‘I love you’ of yours
Still echoes in my head
Even though I deleted
All the voice notes I had of it
I don’t look at your pictures anymore
Yet, I remember your face with such clarity
That I can describe
Every contour and every edge
I remember how the soft curls of your hair
Felt between my fingers
The curls I didn’t really like
Yet loved, so much
I still picture you in our favourite
White & blue striped tee
And straight out of bed face
Because that’s how you look,
Every time I dream of you.
Which is very often.
You don’t send me pictures
Of the morning skies anymore
So I make it a point to wake up
And breathe in that sight
Every time the rain pours heavily
Down the glass of my window
My heart goes back
To our first airport ride
On that stormy night
I relive how we held hands,
Fingers entwined, just not letting go
My eyes tear up again
Just like they did in that moment
When you had kissed my forehead
Right before you left
When you had kissed me
Like you’d keep doing it
For a long, long time.
In the fleeting moments of everyday
I’m reminded of these tiny,
Little parts I have left of you
Triggered by the most random things
From your kind of coffee
To your brand of whiskey
And usually, I catch myself smiling,
For just a second
Just until I remember,
That a beautiful, happy memory
Is all you will ever be
It’s crazy the way this works, isn’t it?
How I have none of you, and yet
My heart is still all full of you
