Gone

My heart deflated when I realized you were
finally gone out of my life. I sat there
blankly by the bed looking around for any
evidence you might still come back to me.
The shelves were bare of your mementos and
pictures. Just dust now occupy the shelves.
The bathroom sink smelled of your spilled
perfume. That exotic and intoxicating
scent that use to drive me to sneeze every
now and then if we got close. I miss the
closeness now and took it for granted that
you would not and could not leave. I simply
asked myself what went wrong? I tried what
I thought I should have done instead of
listening closely to you and not just with
words. I know you are gone and maybe with
your perfect gentleman, but if not I would
like another shot because I do miss you
when you are gone.

Patrick Krawczynski