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
