I Stopped by the door you left,
to never return again.
I passed my fingers on the things,
you touched with grace.
The blanket we cuddled into,
at the cold winter nights.
The war we declared with pillows,
ending in fits of laughter.
Coffee we shared on lazy mornings,
arguing on whose turn to cook.
Blaming each other for lost keys,
with one lying right in front.
Tossed to win over the remote,
to watch the favorite show.
Making the plans for weekend,
ending up at home, in disagree.
The footprints that din't last,
the scent that's gone long past,
Everything reminds me of you,
It hurts me more when I realize
I am living not with you,
but with your memories.
