Without a Kiss
I smell your cologne at my front door
Memories of you leaving hard in my head
Never enough time for words to be said
When the one you love isn’t there anymore
My ego is bruised and sore
My heart bleeding red in the mourning
From the emptiness of the night before
No goodbyes, only a well wish
And you disappear into the mist
Of my yesterday
without a kiss
Standing here with my wounded pride
Wondering do I have anything left inside
Just how do I erase
the memory of your face
your touch and your embrace
And the smell of your cologne at my front door?
Copyright © Karen Dominick | Year Posted 2009
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