A/N: So, in my head this started out as a piece of fanfiction. It was going to be a story about Jess and his relationship with another woman. But, it came out being a poem that doesn't necessarily even have to involve Jess. But, nevertheless, I decided to post it on here just because in my head it does involve him. Also, Evelyn may or may not be the name Milo Ventimiglia gave to his car. But, I just like the name and plan on naming my daughter Evelyn, maybe. Or Mara Lisa or Annabelle or Adeline or various other names. I go on too long in these author's notes. So, just read on and ignore me.
Evelyn wakes to the sound of the coffee maker
Evelyn wakes to a view of his smile
(one corner up, the other only slightly raised: crooked and beautiful)
Evelyn wakes to pure white bed sheets
Evelyn wakes to the bright glare of a city sun
Evelyn wakes to a laugh vibrating against her throat
Evelyn wakes to something she thinks he has never known
Evelyn wakes to the longing to make him happy
Evelyn wakes to what she thinks is permanence
Evelyn wakes to something he will inevitably run from
Evelyn wakes to love she is used to, but love he fears
Evelyn wakes to the sound of a pen falling back onto the desk
Evelyn wakes to the click of a door
Evelyn wakes to a barren apartment and a note that says, "Sorry."
(it's simple: love escapes him.)