His Essence

You touch me and I close my eyes
For I hope to sense his presence
You make me laugh and I recall his jokes
I hold your hand while crossing the road
As he used to entwine his fingers with mine
I write, reminiscing moments spent with him
And pass it on to you
As if it were you who invoked all those feelings
I don’t invade your privacy
Because he never liked his space violated
I never cheer you up when you’re down
As he used to get irritated when nudged
I’m left with scars upon my broken heart
And I try to heal them with you
But the gap is huge
And the hurt so brutal
I don’t know if I can ever be true to you
And tell you
That I’ve held his thought against my heart
Closer than I can ever hold you
That my head doesn’t quite fit right
In the hollow of your chest
That the taste of his kiss never fades
That the smell of his perfume still lingers in my room
That I describe him inadvertently
As my lover while picturing your face
That…
That I still have that rose, somewhere in my closet

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. The Lit Biwi says:

    Some people have this ability to bring imagery to life with strong words. You’re one of them.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. That means a lot coming from you. Made my already gloomy day a little brighter ❤️

      Liked by 1 person

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