This empty hotel room
senses the lack of you,
scent lingering on sunken pillows
smells bittersweet, blended with jealousy
as my heart bottles this moment,
cap screwed on tight
in an effort to capture perfection
before it leaves on a plane.
I belong to the longing
and gather what stays,
your tiny imprints and easy mornings,
how you take your coffee,
the fit of your arm
as it curls around my waist.
Time’s precious reminder to stay present,
so I’ll take one of everything you sell
and make each bite last
until the market stalls open
with even more of this good for sale.