Sheets

Sometimes he is gone.
I’ll wake up and realize that I barely said goodbye at all. And it rocks me to the core to realize how alone I really am. So I’ll bury myself within my sheets to isolate my feelings.
But then it reaches me.
That distinct smell, that could only be your smell. It’s floating around me, everywhere. It’s just like you. The smell that embraces me and holds me close when you do.
It smells heavenly.
It’s musky like your slightly lazy exterior. But it’s that tangy sweet smell on the inside, just like you.
You’re my savior.
And this bed, with it’s sheets and blankets and pillows that smell just like you,
Is my sanctuary.
It’s where I go so I can get entangled in your embrace.