This bed still holds your presense.
That lingering aroma you gave off still resides within these sheets.
The sweetness that fills the spaces within my lungs as I breathe.
Taking in all that you are with slow deep breaths.
Allowing you to flood my dreams with your haunting beauty.
The very same beauty I long to witness again.

Your laughter clouds over my thoughts as you dance across my dreams.
The unforgetable laughter that resembles the laughter of little girls playing in the streets on summer days.
You dance endlessly under street lamps of my paved mind.
Dancing to the beat of my heart.
Which beats in a feverless manner ever since you creeped in.
And I come to you being half the man I used to be baring long stemmed roses.
25 each for all the days you've been absent.
25 for all the days I have wallowed in the lingering aroma on my bed sheets.
25 for all the nights you haunt my dreams.