Hold Myself Tight

Rain tortures
The city,
But I don't notice.

I'm wrapped
In a blanket
Holding myself.

I feel you,
Your presence,
Warm and safe.

I smell you,
Your scent
Bringing me home.

A tear flows
Down my cheek,
One of many.

You are gone,
Always six feet
Away from me.

Gone,
Never to come back,
But I feel you,
I smell you,
I hold myself tight.

(pic: vi.sualize.us)