The days spent in your arms,
and on your lips, are my enlightenment.
You personified heaven.
Nirvana was to possess your glowing soul.
Your scent lingers on my belongings.
A stray hair floats into my grasp.
My skin remembers your altering touch.
Dynamic curves are imprinted across my awareness.
The hour of your departure inflicts me.
I had meant our union to be permanent.
Where do I begin?
The lingerie hanging in the bathroom has vanished.
What do I have left?
I feel a darkness shading my mood.
How can I keep it from haunting me?
My feelings are like a gull, caught in a storm,
lacking a safe place to land.
A deep, unsatisfied hunger for you
has engulfed my appetite.
I have only recollections now.
Maybe they will sustain me.