III - Her

The lingering smell of her.
Ever so present in my memories
Ghosting Its fingers over me.
Leaving behind a want,
a need so desperate – almost dizzying.
Blurred lines of her figure,
casting themselves behind my eyelids.
So real in my mind's eye... yet
nowhere once I open them.
It's like she was never there.
Just the ghost of her left behind.
Now taunting me, driving me crazy.
Playing with my feelings,
tearing open healed wounds – making them bleed all over again
and again
and again.

Jaga seda luuletust

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