Have a second draft poem. Your "I love you's" are still audible In the shadows of this town Your lips still curve a wicked smile With the promise of not seeing you around. But you lied, And I just thought you should know. You left your lipstick on my cigarette And hair in my brush. Your scent on my pillow And change in the wash. There's an ache in my palms And a hole in my chest. Your face in my mind Every time I stop to rest. Your letters I never planned to keep are overly creased And smeared from my fingers Because I won't let you leave You're everywhere I go And when you left, You left too much behind For you to be gone
No. Like Okay vague backstory. It's about how when someone leaves and wouldn't come back, even if they could. Yet there are things left behind that will constantly remind you of them.