Lip Stick Stains

I don't usually dwell on these things
I really try not to remember these things.
But lately it's been crowding my vision, 
All of these really big but little things. 
Her smell is still engraved in your hoodies. 
The taste of her love is still on your lips.
The smile in her eyes is still what you see
When you look into mine, when you cradle my hips.
You hair still holds the grooves from her trailing fingers
Your skin still with goosebumps from that one afternoon.
Shoes carry grains of sand from long walks on the beach,
Her lipstick stained onto each kitchen spoon.
Your shared stack of movies is still on the shelf, 
next to the face-down framed picture of your prom night. 
Her favourite book hides in the back of your closet, 
that you've sworn to never again let see the light. 
Now when I kiss you,
When I love you, 
When I scream your name, 
When I fall asleep in your arms;
I'll think of her, I'll be breathing her air. 
I'll be smelling her perfume, I guess I must look elsewhere.
For an organic love
One that's never been used
One pulled straight from the dirt,
With a pain that's excused. 
Please and thank you.