The Smell of Your Hair After the Rain
“The Smell of your hair after the rain”.
I'm lost for words, I Shake my head,
I take your hand,
You stop to stare at me... staring at you.
What: Who do we see?
Dream? a nightmare? or the real?
I squeeze your hand....
Brush a hair from your smile.
Lost in silence.
Let’s walk for a while.
Lost for words,
Lost in our smiles,
Looked into our soul's,
We looked into our eyes,
I’ve searched for you....
for my whole life, but now.
Now that you are here:
Standing in front of me,
Is the person you see.... the real me?
Eyes cast down:
Afraid to look up,
These feelings of fear cannot be explained,
More to lose, more to gain?
Is there no pulse?
No refrain?
Only....
The Smell of your Hair after the Rain
Is our love is dead?
How can this be?
Feelings of loss!
These feelings of dread.
I've searched for you,
for my whole life.
only to find?
Termites in our hearts.
Termites in our heads.
Termites in our lives.
Termites in our bed.
Our love is dead!
Just: Our last refrain!
And the Smell of your Hair after the Rain!
(c) London F. Busss 2023
Copyright © London F. Buss | Year Posted 2023
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