His smell leaves me wanting
–Nicotine, earthy, smoke, and musk
peace in the only place that feels like home.
— curled up next to his body, hand and head on his chest. Heartbeat in my ear.
Knowledge that this is not real
A fantasy blurring the edges of reality.
Truth wanting to be ignored.
My heart feeling whole again
—resetting the clock
for when he leaves again.