I Don’t Want to Title This

I wonder how different my room would look with you pressed beneath my sheets

If my pillow would remember the gentle rise of your cheek or hold the scent of your shampoo after you're gone

I wonder if you would lay here in the glow of my bedside lamp

Your fingers tracing the dip in my waist

I wonder if you would stay here with me

Even when the rain rattles loudly in the pipes outside my window

If you would miss the smell of my hair when you finally sleep in your own bed

I wonder if you would pick out a pair of my sweatpants and claim them for yourself

Carrying them home with you to wear when you miss the feel of my sheets

I suppose all I want to say is that I wish you were here.