Aroma of you lingers.
Woven deep into the blankets.
Wrapping around my fingertips.
Your musk is still here.
You left like death.
Replacing the hurt with a casket.
In my lungs.
In my heart.
In the surrounding air.
The swirling fan repeats.
The memories that never left.
The only thing that left,
was you.
YOU ARE READING
The beautiful comes without you
PuisiA collection of confessional poetry about love, hurt, loss and everything in between.
