Empty Spaces

by remembertoexhale

I am scared to go home
and find empty spaces
your face absent
your touch gone
your scent still swimming in the places you once existed in
I am scared that 
I won’t remember how your skin feels
I am scared that
the roses in your garden will be neglected and turn to dust
the clouds butter themselves across the sky
and I can only hope that it will stay blue
when I find that I can no longer see you