You Haunt Me Whilst I Miss You

Rather depressing but equally beautiful.

 

You used to smell of,

Touch mixed with a bit,

Of mocha.

It would dance across,

My senses when I,

Hugged you, pressing my face,

Against your chest.

And now the scent is in everything,

I own.

Everything I feel.

Everything I touch, taste, and see.

Haunting me when I get dressed in the morning,

When I’m reading a romance novel,

And as the wind whips my skin.

Haunting me.

Author's Note

Written Jan. 3, 2008.

Reviews

[ElJays Nicholas]

I especially like the visual effect of the poem itself, though the punctuation detracts from the visual quality. I like how each line speaks its own voice, but doesn't impede the overall voice of the poem. It is very, very romantic and deeply sensual. I like it a lot....

[Legion]

Beautifully haunting. Sad of the loss though. Well written and the flow is excellent.