already gone

you miss
the way she
laughed
at you,
the way
she shook her
head,
throwing back
her hair.
the sound of
her voice,
the scent of her
perfume,
you long for
the curve
of her hips,
the touch
of her hand,
her lips
on yours. you
miss all
of that, but
she's been gone
a long time,
although she's
still sitting
right there.