As the weight of my arm prints the pillow I start to remember
the scent from the back of her neck
The touch of cotton enhances the image especially when I close my eyes
I begin to expand my nostrils to breathe strongly

My sense of smell catches a delightful aura of avocado
which is subtly hiding behind her hair
After the second inhalation I notice a flavor of hair spray
that is concealed within my thoughts

The image of you begins to fade away from my thoughts
So I force my eye lids shut
to become even closer to the complete memory

,,It has to be morning,,

I think to myself

and feel how the beard on my cheek
seems to rise as the morning sunbeams succeeds to reach me
through the narrow gap by the window

As if you were here
I embrace your body
unsuccessfully cuddles my right arm
the lovely way

that only you
can do