Him

I slept on your side of the bed last night. You don't need it anymore. You're not here. I didn't leave my hair straightener turned on and sitting on the bathroom sink. I didn't leave the hair spray bottle uncapped beside it. I didn't roll over this morning and reach for my phone, because I knew there would be no message. There's a lot of things I don't do anymore. I wonder if you still listen to the pop songs I loved but you hated. I wonder if you still glance over at the empty passenger's seat, the empty side of the bed, and think of me. I wonder if you still go to the places where we used to go. There's a lot of things I don't do anymore. But I'm kinda hoping you still do.