Elliot

i know you've gotten in my head when
my sweater starts to smell like you
and so does the floor.
the pillow that i hold at night feels like you
and so does the wall that i lean on.
my phones ring starts to sound like you,
any IM i get starts to look like you,
and bubble tea even tastes like you.
i know you've gotten in my head when
i look in the mirror and see you behind me
i close my eyes and i feel you there
i pick up a camera and you're already in frame.
my hair smells like you now.
my arms always feel you now.
my fingers wish that any fabric they touch is your shirt.
the sweetest songs and the funniest jokes
call your name in the undertones.

I know you've gotten to me when
in my own imaginary language,
a hug translates to Elliot.