recurring

I dreamt;
the smell of your shampoo.
skin on skin was still in.

Chest gently heaving up and down
while you snoozed and I looked on.

And it was you,
the scent you left behind.
Just a memory now, I suppose.

Vacancy sign on my bedpost.
Room for one more.
This once shiny new key is starting to rust,
Just have to find a new door.

I swept the broken pieces off the floor.
Mediocre rhymes and rhythms replace an old familiar tune.

It's sinking in.
But the dreams won't stop,
and I still have to get up.

And beneath the sheets
where 2 pairs of feet
would often times meet;

Where flesh and whispers and truths
once converged.
All's left is an empty urge.

*cue in alarm bell ring.