Your cologne softly smells
on your pillow.
I haven't washed it since when.
When your warm body encircled mine, for the last time,
When your lips said goodbye, see you later - you promised me
Now, as I wake up without us, lie here without us,
I realize,
Time stopped when.
I move slowly,
Memories tug at me, grasp at me as though they were ghosts
They are, in the way
They haunt me just the same.
Our photographs are on the wall,
Smiles immortalized, impervious to the fact that time has no more meaning
More ghosts not realizing that time has stopped
That they should stop.
That I have stopped.
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