The Mess You Left Behind Poem by Nouha Nonie

I wish it was only about
The sheets thrown on the floor,
Or half-empty glasses of whiskey sour.

I wish I could never clean
The pillow case you slept on
As your smell lingers,
My stability is gone.

But it was more about
The yearning, the crave,
Memories of you that remain,
Like the way your lips touch
when you call my name.

The mess you left behind;
Emotional distress, overwhelming pain
Since we lost our flame
Chaos at night, sorrow at light
There's no rewind, no more 'we', only 'I'
And the mess you left behind.