Bleeding Hearts Poem by Paige Johnson

Your scent lingers on cold clothes
Putting my memory to shame
I breathe you deeply, but lord knows
It will never be the same

I hug them to my chest at night
Hoping my warmth might bring them life
It isn't fair, it isn't right
Instead, in my chest, I feel a knife

They are so empty
Without your heart
Their scent just tempts me
But tears me apart

They do not resemble
The booming laughter from your chest
Or how you tremble
Whenever you are stressed

With legs so long and arms so strong
You always hold me tight
I'd cling to you like nothing's wrong
And sleep right through the night

But when the dawn, brakes through the dark
You rise on steady hands
To responsibilities, you embark
As society, demands

The nights you leave, I never sleep
Left waiting for your return
With the little hopes that I keep
You'll be back before I yearn

The more I breathe your scent, so deep
The fainter it becomes
Inevitably, exhaustion creeps
My heart simply succumbs

I open my eyes to empty spaces
The places you belong
Time goes by in gentle paces
Everything feels so wrong