He tells me to stop smoking, it’s a bas habit.
And i turn to him and tell him of things that are far worst. Yearning. Waking up on the left side of the bed knowing that there is no one to fill the other side anymore. Bringing out an extra mug and taking out the sugar when you’re the only one. Seated in the bus, looking out for someone who won’t be waiting on the next stop. That almost OC habit of checking your phone, waiting for it to light up. The habit of yours, your eyes. Even your soul, yearning. Wanting to have it all back.
The smoke clears and he is not there.
I have bad habits but he was the worst.
And here i am, still Yearning. I can’t quit.