Sunday, March 15, 2015

Where are you now - tanka prose

Where are you now

The last time I saw him was just a few days before he passed away. We hugged each other like we had once before. He had the scent of lilies and white roses. I know what it feels like, swimming through the stars when I see him, and I don’t need the air because I breathe him.*

undressing him
in the muted evenings
of my golden years
I can't remember his name...
love, gone like that

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