A hair, cradled in the dimple of the pillow. 
Your smell in every fibre of every fabric I possess. 
The sound of your somnolence 
Whispering me, making me fly. 

Many empty bottles clink their reminders. 
Singing the deadness of nights lived, 
Nights loved. 

You left me with a freedom I abhor, 
A vacuum that wants never to be full. 

That last kiss you left me with, 
A curse before my crucifixion 
Metered by your steady footfalls 
Out the door... carrying my heart. 

You left an empty hole 
Where at least a half once lived. 

But I will see forever 
The mystery of your smile. 
Truly that was your greatest legacy.