at night, I can still hear that shower running. I can feel the hard mattress and the thin wierd pillow wrapped around my head. My nostrils fool me that they feel the scent of chocolate and nuts and tea and rain in the sun. I trick myself to hear the laughs, the cries and the soft murmurs of people at night in conversation by the lights in the street. I hear the slamming of doors, and the echoes of footsteps in the stone staircase. I feel the wind under the bridge, hear the clinks of bottles, curse over blisters that I realize a second later I don't have anymore.

and somewhere in the midst of all that, I miss you. I miss you so damn much.