After You Left

After you left, I fell asleep, 

Lost in a web of warm cotton and

Sudden space, stretching in your bed;

Your dream catcher turns in the morning light,

A slight trace of Eau-de-Cologne hangs

In the used air. I find a poem by Rilke 

On your pillow, an open book ;

Ich finde Dich in allen diesen Dingen.

But then I lose myself again, outside,

The traffic has stolen you like a thief.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

For a moment, it's kind of nice, when that person is gone. Then it is just lonely.

[Coyote Song]

Nice romantic poem and as always with your unique style.
A nice way to start the day. Love the positive feel this poem has.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I so adore the way you weaved Rilke (whom you have referred to before) into this and made his words 'I find you in all these things' your own to express love.

[Tina Kline]

A very warm and tender romantic poem. It has a very real feeling to it.
Wonderful.

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for the kind words, and best wishes

[Tina Kline]

You are welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love that scent of love lingering in the morning....he stretches, alone in the bed they had shared, and listens to the traffic outside that stole her into the hustle and bustle of the day...
love lost to the mundane duties of the day.

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for the lind words, and my thanks.

[Emily B]

universally gorgeous, i found myself looking out the window to see if i could catch a glimpse of her, only rain

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for the kind words, this is probably a bit kitsch, but it seems to strike a chord.

[stars are far]

That was so well penned and very good write, well done :)

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for your kind words, and my best wishes.