Mood

I still think of you all the time.

I see you in the empty space next to me when I crawl out of bed in the morning.

I see you in your clothes that have been left hanging in the exact order that you wanted.

I see you in your bottle of instant coffee that has not been touched.

I see you in your shoes, neatly categorised and stored in rows of unopened boxes.

I see you in your bottles and tubes of cosmetics and facial products. I still clean them every week.

I see you everywhere.




Do you see me too?