It Becomes You
Attire once mine, now yours...
It becomes you.
Picture perfect, draped upon who it was meant to be.
It was my way of leaving love and myself when
it came time to depart.
Though I failed to get the visual when present, my imagination
will never look at the color yellow the same way again.
Robed upon you is my tee shirt or dare I say, my
presence; the thought makes me warm, joy is mine
as you breathe me in again this night.
Compromised reluctantly for I should be there
in my glory wearing you, inhaling the sweet
scent of Rose and Sandalwood, my kind of Heaven
on Earth...
and as the Sunflower, you shall dance upon my mind
this day and quite possibly for many sunsets...
For it becomes you.
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