Vanished
Your scent
lingers
in the stale summer air
I breathe you in
hold you in my lungs
until my head grows weak
from the weight
of our memories still living
from the breath your presence takes from me still gasping
from my inability to believe
that
you have
vanished
into
thin
sweetly scented
air
Says it all and says it so well!
Thank you, K. Bruce Florence!