chasing the wind

the smell of you lingers

when i wake up in the morning

the day has broken

and the sun shines through the blinds

and the scent of your cologne is still on my pillow case

i know it won’t last long

so i hold on to it

i try to grasp the air you were laying in

an ecclesiastical attempt to chase the wind

you were here and now you’re not

a few days will go by and you’ll be here again

my mind goes through all that was last night

your eyes

your smile

your laugh in my ear

the shirt you were wearing

the tightness of your arms around me

i remember mostly the words you said

the conversations we had

the jokes we shared

“what if i get scared?”

“i’ll be here”