This numbness is unbearable.

I walk around in your sweatpants; I like to borrow your favorite sweats. Your ritual Hawkeye pumpkin is on my cell phone wallpaper; you will carve it once again this year. Jackie Moon is my costume; you will laugh when you see it. I turn to your favorite shows, this way I will get to hear that laugh. I put your tunes on the list, just waiting for you to belt out the melodies. We are on my computer monitor; your smiling face looks into my eyes everyday. I venture to the kitchen in the AM; we need to satisfy that midnight craving. I sleep with your beloved sweatshirt; nuzzled to the cotton, I await for it to smell like you. I sleep in late, I don't want to wake you. That other pillow is cemented next to mine; your shoulder is still the softest pillow I know. I rest these eyes; your lips will graze mine through the air I breathe.