I wake up
Saying it was just a dream
But for a moment there
I could just weep
For the first time
I was in your home
And it smelled so nice
I knew then I wasn't alone
They told me
Gather your clothes
And take everything of yours away
But I wasn't ready to go,
I could have sat there all day
As I'm searching threw
The shirts you've worn
I couldn't help but adore
And the tears piled up even more
I smiled and may have laughed
To see some clothes you had
Trying to image you in them
Helped the tears to end
I stopped and held one shirt to my face
Breathe it in and never let the smell erase
And just for a moment before I go
Something made me feel I wasn't alone
As I'm searching threw
The shirts you've worn
I couldn't help but adore
And the tears piled up even more
I gather my things and begin to leave
But turn around to see this empty place
I'll close my eyes and know you're there with me
And I breathe once more and this unexplainable fragrance
"...everyone has there own smell and when you lose someone tht smell brings all the feelings back and makes you remeber and i think that is something that happens to everyone sometime in there life and it a part of her soul because the person must have touched her life greatly in some way."
Man...I can only imagine how rough that would be. I wrote a scene like that once into an old story and even though it was fiction, the writing of it was painful.
Comments
Lady Chimera Says:
omy, I know just how this feels:(
Minstrel Ayreon Says:
Man...I can only imagine how rough that would be. I wrote a scene like that once into an old story and even though it was fiction, the writing of it was painful.
Congrats on the Featured Art.
20stock Says:
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I Am Alive Says:
'as i am searcing THROUGH the shirts you've worn' ... just thought i'd mention it......threw: like i threw the shirts away. through: I sort through.