IT LINGERS
It won't leave,
because. . . it lingers:
Like the smell of good perfume
long into a hot humid sweaty day...
Like the scent of a gone lover
teasing nostrils, sketching thoughts yonder...
Like the first scene in sight
when a blind man receives sight...
Like that one whose face you spot in a crowd
and swear to search for the world around...
Like the last words of a loved one
echoing, resounding, never to be done...
Like mist on a chilly cold morning
stinging, like a thorny spirit hoovering...
Like memories etched in one's mind
replayed yet nobody else can hear it nor find...
Like the magic touch of a friend
impacting one's life knowing no end...
It won't leave
because...it still lingers.
because. . . it lingers:
Like the smell of good perfume
long into a hot humid sweaty day...
Like the scent of a gone lover
teasing nostrils, sketching thoughts yonder...
Like the first scene in sight
when a blind man receives sight...
Like that one whose face you spot in a crowd
and swear to search for the world around...
Like the last words of a loved one
echoing, resounding, never to be done...
Like mist on a chilly cold morning
stinging, like a thorny spirit hoovering...
Like memories etched in one's mind
replayed yet nobody else can hear it nor find...
Like the magic touch of a friend
impacting one's life knowing no end...
It won't leave
because...it still lingers.
beautiful dear beautiful dear
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