Tear stains on pillowcases
imprint themselves on my cheek,
and in the night they fade away
like the kisses you left softly on my fingertips.
Fading peals of laughter are ringing in my ears,
the sounds of happiness
keeping me tossing and turning
in the bed where so many memories have slept.
I'll miss the smell of my sheets on your skin,
the way the moon caressed your cheek
while your head was on my chest.
Perfection only lasted for the moment
when your eyes met mine
and we silently agreed
that this was all we ever wanted.
But the days and nights I spent
with your breath on my neck
are now only numbers on turned calendar pages.
To ask you to reclaim your words and give me back
those bold black numbers and soft black nights
is too much.
So forgive me, I've never been good at confrontations,
or even carefully thought-out apologies.
All I want is the moon and stars
who looked down on us
in our moments of perfection
to be mine.
Under their steady gaze I'll remember
that these past months were worth the emptiness
that has taken your place in my heart.
Your goodbye destroyed my world,
but the solitude of the hours I can no longer spend with you
remains my own.
