The Part Of Me

She was there, lying beside me

Draped in those marvelous whites

That no longer smelled of my dilapidated washing machine

But of her

That sweet addictive fragrance, and her.

Running my fingers through her locks

I could have effortlessly fallen for her, all over again

While all she did was

Peek at me with those half-open sleepy eyes

And a faint smile.

I took some time to reminisce

What if!

She was not there to snuggle with

And all I will be left with is abyss

For you...are my addiction.