You live in the back of my throat
Folded up there
A memento
Your scent
Your memory
Muted and momentary
The smell of sleep
Reminiscent
Bittersweet
Once I laid my head on you.
Inhaled to match your rhythm
As if somehow that’d bind us close together indelibly
You live in my cavities
Empty spaces of my body
Your voice
Your memory
Planted deep
A pit inside me