after you're gone

the smell of you lingers

on my collar  and on my pillow

and i miss you 

even though i know

you'll be back in the morning light

i realize

i like you better

when i know i can't have you

it makes it all a little more dangerous

all my life

i've lived under a steel roof

and i suppose you make me feel 

as though i'm a rebel of my own sort