"Are you there?" I whispered.
I swear I felt your presence, softly beside me.
I heard you breathe my name, gently on the air.
I turned to look for you.
Knowing I could not see
But wishing all the same.
Has it been that long
Since you left me?
Somedays I still smell
Your sweet cologne, and vanilla.
A tear streams down my face.
Then I turn, to resume my life.
And go on,
Surviving.
1 comment:
Angela,
It so much the same. I suppose the only difference is that the person I lost was my 5 year old adopted daughter. But yes, your small poem comforted me a lot.
Thank you so much
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