Scent on Your Pillow

I still hear your gentle voice

Resonating in my mind

Engrained in my heart,

Beating to the pulse of your words,

Skipping beats with pauses in between

 

Lingering on my lips,

Dangling on the thinnest strand of silk,

My name as it rolls off the tip

Of your tongue.

 

I can still feel your strong arms

Wrapped around mine

Holding on for dear life,

Gripping me as though I might slip away,

Caressing me with each breath you take

 

Warm and secure, safe and familiar,

Reluctant and adventurous,

Our thoughts suspended,

Frozen in time.

 

Even still I see your face

Haunting me

Reminding me

Smiling at me through the clouds

Of my dreams

 

Soft and smooth,

Your eyes gaze into mine

City lights twinkle

In the reflection.

 

Regrets of yesterday

Distant memories in the fog

The pain, hurt, and mistakes fade

As a glimpse of tomorrow rises

With the eastern morning sun

 

Beaming in the 24^th floor window

Of the Marquis on Times Square

Mystery consumes me, the only evidence of you

Is your lingering scent on your pillow.

(c) 2008. Tracey Gould. All rights reserved.