Remnants of
you wallow in dust & quietly linger,
Passing by
what´s left of you, I softly touch & finger,
Bringing memories
of you, to my wet unsteady eyes,
I feel you watching me, from above in heavenly
skies.
Your coat with
a hole in the pocket, I´d forgotten to sew,
Your old scuffed
boots, left drying upon sill of my window,
Your glasses
upon that book, that you promised to finish,
Your cologne
upon my pillow, that time doesn´t diminish.
Strands of
your silver hair still left in tortoise shell comb,
Your voice
echoing through my mind & rooms of our home,
Your old briar
pipe in the ashtray & your slippers by the bed,
All that is
left, remnants of you, now wafting through my head.
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