You will leave as you enter
A passing fragrance
Not unlike the breeze of midsummer
My wish to hold you here in vain
A silent touch
Not unlike the first warm bead of rain
Heart and mind with you will go
A stolen breath
Not unlike the oxygen for a fire's soul
It is not in you to return
A longful memory
Not unlike the tears falling on wounds that burn
Categories:
longful, loss
Form: I do not know?