I filled the house with your favorite scent,
Just because I miss you.
It smells like memories I've forgotten,
Mixed with the moments of yesterday.
Even the way the smell fades...
It gives me a litany of feelings.
It was never your absence that hurt that hurt me.
It has always been the lack of seeing you walk into the room again that slays.
The way you would spread butter on your toast,
So focused on not making a tear on the crust.
You never knew I was watching,
But, I know it was unique enough to never be seen again.
I left your socks...