No. 11

in my empty room,
with your sweet perfume.
your just a painfull memory,
im trying to forget.


everything out of place,
in my normal kind of way.
except the fact your constantly
still someone i rely on.

i know you want nothing
of that day.
i want the same,
but not in the same way.

pass the bottle
and hope nothing has changed.
mistakes,
they happen all to commonly.

i know this will be
awkward all the same.