Sillage

The worst part about you leaving is always the impressions you leave behind. I notice the spot on the couch where you are supposed to be, and it looks so dull without you. The air feels dense and quiet without your laugh to brighten it. Meals are boring, eaten alone without a pleasant face across the table to look at. But worst of all is your perfume. It clings to my skin, clutching for dear life and begging me to not shower so I can hold onto you for as long as possible, but that trace of you also fades and I am left lonely.