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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