Poem #96

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.

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