Espresso Martinis

Sleep deprived on a weekday night

At the bar I brought you to,

Sitting across from an empty chair

Espresso martinis taste like you.

Your scent lingers in the hallways

Where you spoke my name,

And in the sheets

Where we felt things we didn’t say.

My hands ache to be full of your face,

To caress your skin,

Eyes full of your gaze.

December feels like you -

Nostalgic and cold.

One more year we couldn’t get it right,

One more year old.

I don’t want to see you when you’re in the city,

I want to be the reason you come to the city for.

You left a ghost of you

To take my city and make it yours.