Alone

Long after you’ve gone, I think of you. Your scent lingers on my bed. The sheets smell like us, our lust. Memories of you, living inside of me. I still hear your breath, softly, slowly. Warm on my neck.  Lost in the feeling. While the radio croons. I touch your navel, your fingers linger on my waist. Your eyes telling me you want me. Your lips demonstrate the same. These thoughts are living inside my head. I wrap myself in the memory of our union, wondering if you miss me too. The phone rings. It’s you.