A memory
The turn of his head
The tilt of his smile
I go from wondering
To dreaming about his scent
Lost in thoughts of him
A faded awareness
An old mental photograph
Forever ingrained
He’s left his marks
On my mind, over my body
His essence has altered mine
If I could unravel him…
But disconnecting never is easy
And my heart refuses to forget
Comments
Subtle & wistful………with just a hint of loss……nicely done
Author
Thanks. Sometimes I can’t purge the past with ease.
If the purpose of poetry is to make one feel what the poet is feeling, you are a damn good poet. This feeling hits me now and again, you captured it perfectly. Beautiful, thank you.
Author
Thank you for saying this.
Bravo!
Lk
Author
Thanks!
Beautiful and melancholic. It’s so time consuming, forgetting.
Bises,
Dawn
PS: I like your new format and photo! 🙂
Author
Thanks. Figured it was time to change it up.
Wistful. Some memories you can never purge, especially when the senses were aroused. Sense memory is the most powerful. Love the new layout too.
Author
So it would seem. Forgetfulness isn’t possible sometimes.
love the new look here. as usual, i’m enjoying all your poems. 🙂
Author
It was time I switched it up. Thank you for reading as always, Sweets