The bathroom mirror tends to fog, and when it does I can see the faint impression of sweet-nothings your finger carved through the mist.

When I find myself in a crowded place I can’t help but to scan over everyone to find your face.

Even when it comes to ordering a coffee, I order it just the way you liked it. I am desperate for what your lips once tasted.

Should I hear your first name out of the mouth of a stranger my heart would skip a beat. I would find it even stranger if they specified the use of the letter “K” instead of a “C”.

Missing you has lead me here. To have chased a ghost, only to not even have found a shadow.