whatever is needed to be said

linger

no amount of 

scented candles

can mask the smell

of your cigarettes that

lingers on your old

white t-shirt

as I drift asleep

wrapped in your clothes,

but not your arms

I miss

your smile and

your boisterous laugh

and the way you would

clutch on to my smaller

body as you sobbed

and the way your lips

wrapped around the end

of your cigarette no matter

how many times I begged you to quit

and the way your arms enveloped me

in a warmth more loving

than any "I love you"

as we fell asleep

on the old couch with

All Time Low playing

in the background

and your dreams were

never ending

and your voice that sang

softly at night

or obnoxiously in the shower

I miss everything about you

except the smell

of your cigarettes that

lingers on your old

white t-shirt

and never washes away

I wish that would have disappeared

and you would have stayed