I can see you again.
Your face.
How your head rested on my shoulder.

I can feel your hot breath
on my cold cheeks,
I am trying to get over you.

You bring a light in my life
as I wait for you to reply
to this letter.

I can hear your voice
saying those three words
that mean the most

I can smell your deodrant,
constantly contaminating my world.
It overthrows me