Resigned from your perfume
left on the sheets you slept on
I dare not spread out your impression
to erase you were here... and not gone.
Left to hold your pillow close to me,
softly press it upon my cheek,
tears well up...and roll one by one
tracing the melancholy abiding in me.
I close my eyes to draw you near
but a peculiar state of being
challenges my flight of dreams;
grounds my mortality without meaning.
without the wings you gave me
immersed in joy... to keep me believing.
DionWorx
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