missing

Sometimes
Sometimes my pillows
capture a piece of your scent
and I can’t sleep
I dream up cheap
imitations of my own imagination
I gather up the bits
place them into my necklace
and hit replay
to get through the day.
Short Poem
I miss you
the way writers fiend for inspiration
the way a wick wants the flame
I’m here
working on putting the picture of my future
in this frame