You turn over
in your sheets
his scent drifting relentlessly
around your face; teasing
merciless.
Finally
in the dead of night
the decision
Enough is Enough.
You stumble
still unsure of how to function
with half a heart
Into the shower
scathing
searing
scalding water
that can burn the scent of him
from your skin
But not
from your mind.