I drove, to some remote corner of the city, where the buildings melted, like snow, into the horizon. I watched the sun set. I watched the sunset from someone else's eyes. And it was beautiful. I would paint you a picture, take you a photograph, or write you a sonnet if you were still here. Just to pass the time before I saw you next. Just so you know, and never forget, I've replaced the spot you took up in my bed. I've replaced that space you once occupied with a hole, a memory of what you left me. A memory of how you left me. I miss you like wall clocks. I miss you like shadows. I remember you like summer bed sheets.