One Night

He sits and misses her unable to stop thinking of her.
He tries to occupy his time with his writing or a book.
But nothing seems to help get his mind off of her.
Maybe it’s because more now than ever she is inside of him.
Inside of him more so than any other has been.
If at all possible, she has found her way into his soul.
A fool’s errand is what that used to be thought of.
How could someone make their way to a place that didn’t exist?
Yet she managed to do so, with no instruction or direction.
He throws on the sweater he wore the last time they met just so he can smell her.
He walks to the coffee shop and orders her favorite drink so he can taste her.
He watches her favorite movie so he can hear her laugh.
He writes her story to give words to her beauty.
He misses her and he’s not sure why.
All he knows is that it’s only been one night.