You’ve become tangible.
Part of my senses.
Your scent lingers in me no matter where I go.
I’ve become that man that can’t stop smiling.
Yet how?
Did you not leave?
Were you not ill?
Why is your hairbrush covered in dust?
Our children seem worried about me
Your best friend said, I must move on…
If this is all there will ever be again…I pray my stationary life will never end.
For not to have you is a life of never-ending cliffs…
I'll stay on the ledge instead, until you beckon me to fall…
Then you’ll catch me, as you did, once so long ago.
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