Sometimes I smell your hair on the pillow when I wake from restless sleep, yawning.
Sometimes I taste your toothpaste kiss whilst brushing my teeth in the morning.
Sometimes I detect a frissance of perfume in the most unexpected places.
Sometimes I see your crooked smile, unexpectedly, on complete strangers faces.
Sometimes I forget that you're no longer here and hear your voice softly calling.
Sometimes I feel your untimely death is cruel, unfathomable and appalling.
Copyright © John Jones | Year Posted 2020
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