Within the stillness of this room
The distance still clutching
moments of you
An echo of laughter caressing the walls
The soft imprint upon the sofa
Holding in fondness the memory
Of where you just sat.
Opposite; still warm upon the table
The ceramic cup only now half full
Graced by faint lipstick from where
You last drank.
Only moments before we; so close
Now, I stand
Amidst sweet scented perfume
A vapour exaggerating
My hearts deep longing accented further by
Falling, calling your name
I wish that you were still here
As I truly miss you – the most.