I Wish I was
Your Lover
Played over
The radio…
She turned
Over,
Stretched out
To find her
Lover
Gone…
The smell of
Wonderful shampoo
Lingered in the
Pillow
She engulfed
With her arms
& she
Inhaled
Deeply as if it
Were her Lover
& died a little
Inside.
Why is it
The light in the
Morning
Of the day after
Such beautiful
Love making
The air always
Seems to be so
Golden & soft?
Do we ever
Know,
Really know,
If any moment
Will be the
Last?
She couldn't.
She didn't.
She wouldn't.
Her lover's
Scent was all
She ever had.
The song on
That beautiful morning
Echoed across time,
As nostalgic
& bittersweet.
The memory
Of herbal sweetness
In that pillow
Faded within
A week,
But in her mind
Day after day
& year after year
It never did.
She still
Rolls over,
Still hugs
The pillow
& inhales
Memories
That will not
Have not
Shall not
Ever fade.
