Indelible

 

She is long gone
But her presence lingers

I smell her in your silken sheets
A hint of cinnamon and vanilla
And something else I can’t place

I hear her laughter when the wind
Coax music out of the door chimes

I feel her gentle hands
Everytime I take out your coffee mugs
And rinse the ceramic bowls

But her imprint is too strong
In the quiet of the night

Each time we try to forget
By drowning the past in a kiss
I taste her name in your lips