I write until I remember
what you smell like walking past me
early on a sunday morning.

I write until I remember
which creaky floorboards
I needed to avoid when you were still asleep.

I write to remember
every word, every glance,
every time you put your head on my shoulder.

One day you were here
and the next you weren’t.
I’ve been asleep every since.

- Amanda Helm, I Write to Remember  (via amandaspoetry)

(via fifty-shades-of-psychopath)