Your fragrance lingers everywhere…

I look at the walls, the bed, the door
They are all the same
Just where you left them
Albeit the warmth
The sandy walls would exude
The roaring laughter
Your hushed giggles would prelude
The wrinkled smiles
Crumpled bedsheet would crease into
The absolute tidiness
Mocking the lovely lived-in feeling
That once pervaded here too
The room still breathes
But the pulse is missing
My life has stopped
Even though the clock keeps ticking…

August 28, 2014