Could Be Anywhere...
Breath of Kiss
Expensive flowers droop, blacken, and fall
dark, wilted petals litter the floor.
Alive and vibrant for just a few days
like her; again the tears begin to pour.
Her blanket drapes across, filled with cat
her chair next to the frosted window pane.
Abandoned knitting awaiting mistress
neighbors murmur softly, it's a shame.
Her pillows smell like her against my face
soaking up the tears without ending.
Her cat licks my hand as if to ask..?
It's her memories that I am spending.
A magazine half-read, half-folded in place
her comfortable shoes in a pile next to books.
I sit and look from her favorite window
we laughed, loved in this tiny breakfast nook.
She said, "I'll see you later"! We kissed.
One horrible, eternal second; she's forever gone.
This place once hers; I cry, laugh, cry and cry
nothing shall be right again, forever wrong,
oh so wrong.
Flowers bought in love, droop and fall
each petal a death, a death, a death.
Time will heal, cause nothing else will
I taste her, I feel her, I savor her laugh,
I feel her breath as we kiss goodbye.
D.J.Burt 3/96 Cervantes
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