I could see
you so clearly, feel you, even, and smell
all your scents – you know, the natural ones;
the perfumed ones; your hands – so warm, so strong
and comforting (all, your essence) – so missed.
Tag Archives: Clichés: A Life in Verse
Poem: Happy 43rd!
Can’t picture it.
Painful to never
see you age.
Unreal –