My eye, my left eye
the one not pressed against
the pillow…
my eye sees the numbers fall
off
down
away…the alarm clock
is happy to tell
me,
point out that
the day
started without
me.
My mind wanders away to…
you, your
smell drifting from the pillow
where you
were
last
and are still on my skin, on my
mind, my
eye watches the day
start and I
think
watch
dream that now
this moment
this spark, this…
”now” is not
enough
to hold the memory
the ghost, the
smell
sound of
you. And I don’t
know what
will.