come and go by: j. shrefi

When I look over..
the beauty of what's missing
is that your smell lingers in that negative space;
that space negative you;
Pale floral notes audible only to trained ears,
ever fading,
a ghost of relations past.
From what was to what will be.
A prelude to the next track.
Oh
how I miss
that cascade of curly ravened hair
brushing gently over slender shoulders;
complimentary to a complexion of cream..
tis a feverish dream
the memory of your embrace.
Come and Go

When I look over..
the beauty of what's missing
is that your smell lingers in that negative space;
that space negative you;
Pale floral notes audible only to trained ears,
ever fading,
a ghost of relations past.
From what was to what will be.
A prelude to the next track.
Oh
how I miss
that cascade of curly ravened hair
brushing gently over slender shoulders;
complimentary to a complexion of cream..
tis a feverish dream
the memory of your embrace.
Tis true,
you've left your mark;
but fresh wounds eventually heal;
invisible braille marring the heart
tactile to the pluck of trained fingers.
As a reliquary
I fond over when your scent kissed the air..
Until I find another
just as pretty. Just as fair.
Tis true,
you've left your mark;
but fresh wounds eventually heal;
invisible braille marring the heart
tactile to the pluck of trained fingers.
As a reliquary
I fond over when your scent kissed the air..
Until I find another
just as pretty. Just as fair.