My Presence

Slipping

Right through your fingers

My perfume lingers

Thinking I'm still here

Until you think about my presence

Until you actually listen

And realize what it really is

Missing

Reviews

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Like your style of writing this and I like the Idea behind it.
Not noticing someone presence at first could have been an act of negligence and the remembrance came when the protagonist seems to be needed but now nowhere to be found.

Beautifully depicted, Sabine.