I still hear you: when my neighbours get loud
I still smell you: in the dirty corners of my hometown
I still feel you: when I bruise myself at work
I still taste you: in the salt of my tears
You: still exist in the depths of my nightmares
My nightmares: do not take away from my happiness
My happiness: is not distracted by thoughts of you
My thoughts of you: keep ceasing to exist
My existence: is all mine
What is mine: will never be yours again
Photo courtesy of Pam Sharpe