Charming little neighborhoodnmost endearing view.nPeeking through your windownI’m here without you.nTiptoe’n across your floor,nNapping in your bednFlipping through your photos,nbooks that we both read.nnI wash the dishes in your sinknand kill the chardoneaynI burned your smelly candles downnA rather busy daynnI’ve been talking to your plants, nand your sketches on the wallnMimicking the messages nthat your friends leave when they callnnI’m all up in your place but you’re not here.nNo, I’m all up in your place, but you’re not here.nnSo I, I drew myself a bathnStood naked in your mirrornI pictured you in front of me,nyour hands raised in the airnMy fingers kissed your elbow then,nmy hands fell to your breastnAnd the bathtub steam, prevented me,nFrom picturing the rest.nnTook a deep breath from the towel that I used to dry my facenSearching for the scent of you, the faintest little trace nownnI’m all up in your place but you’re not here.nOh No, I’m all up in your place, but you’re not here.nnSo I slowly walked back to your roomnturned your big bed downnI jumped up in and laid there,nlistenin for the soundnof hurried steps come up the stairs,nkeys unlock the door,nshoes come off your tiny feet, ncome streaming across the floornwrapped around your pillownI awoke and it was clear,nI’ve spent another day inside your place,nwithout you here.nnOh no,nI’m all up in your place but you’re not here.nNo, no, no I’m all up in your place, but you’re not here.nnLord, I’d swing on by your place but you’re not here.nNo, no-no, I’m all up in your place, but you’re not here.n