ever since you left, every night, I check in the wardrobe and see your clothes. and they smell like you're still in them. I hold them for a minute and remember all the moments we had. when you left, I thought you'd come back to me, but you never did. and though I miss you like a lost hunter misses home. don't think I'll come begging and looking for you. though I love you and it hurts so much sometimes that I wish I can turn your smell to your body, I still believe that if you were meant for me - if my heart truly is your home - your feet will never know the way out of the love we shared. so, I close the wardrobe and go to sleep hoping to forget you. but I never did
