*naked under the blankets

I can't smell anything else but your scent on my clothes.Even on my lips.I only feel your taste.
That's why I decided to start running again.Literally this time.
To spend a couple of hours with me.To recognise what I see in the mirror.
That was when I realised you don't need to be single to feel solitude.
That was when I realised I don't really live these days.I'm in coma.
I remembered how important it is for me to feel.
I remembered reading somewhere that how you spend your days is how you spend your life.