Missing You - a poem

I confess, when you're away
I lay on your bed, where you used to lay
Burying my face in your sheets
Huffing the scent of summer heat

I wash your clothes and hold them near
Searching for the scent that once was clear
But now is fading, slipping away
In desperate snatches, I try to stay

In your room, I stand and stare
Feeling like an imposter, unaware
I squish my toes into the carpet below
Thinking of you, without me, in tow

I sit at your desk, tipping back in your chair
Imagining you sitting there
With one foot resting casually
Trying to conjure you next to me

I use your shower gel, I'm sorry to say
Trying to hold onto you in some way
I want to fall asleep with smell of you near
Even if it's not quite clear

I indulge in thoughts of you alone
Behind closed doors, where I can moan
Imagining your grunts and groans
In the room above, I'm on my own

I sip your whisky and sip your Coke
I eat your sweets, it's no joke
I make coffee from your gadget
It's bitter and strange, not like you, I admit

I'm angry, sad, messy, and broken
Creepy, weird, and unspoken
I wish I could crawl inside your head
To understand the words left unsaid

So I sip your whisky and sniff your sheets
Hoping to find a connection that's deep
But deep down inside, I know it's not right
To invade your space, day or night

But still, I long for you, my dear
In the scent of summer sweat, so near
I'll continue to creep and yearn for you
In the hopes that one day, you'll feel it too.