Poem #66

The first time I fell asleep with my
head resting on your chest was the
day I found peace. That one moment
held so much meaning and it was a
bliss and the beginning of the end.
You left and peace became an
impossible quest. I get unnerved
when someone has your perfume on.
My hand still reaches out for you
in the morning but all I find is cold.

5 thoughts on “Poem #66

  1. How sweet. Keep reaching. Your love is not that far away.

  2. “Liking” this would be inappropriate.

    I do however admire the act of identifying the source of desire and its blatant power in one’s life.

    1. Thank you for your comment 😁

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