Love's Odour.
She stirs in her widowed sleep,
emits a low moan
and turns.
His pillow she keeps in her bed
to feel his hollow
and grieves.
She sighs and recalls his kiss,
soaks up love's odour
and weeps.
No ocean of longing erases
the scent she knows best
and misses.
Loneliness seems less
cold when
hugging close a love
remembered.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: July 20th, 2022 03:53
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Comments5
Powerful, punchy and probably one of the most poignant poems I have had the pleasure of reading for quite some time .............. Neville x
A wonderful and sentimental piece, great write Fay 🌹
Good write Fay.
Beautiful, meaningful words Fay.
Into favourites.
Andy
What fantastic word Fay. Love them, and feel them.
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