Poetry | Relationships

I Love The Blessing Of Your Whispers

I Feel Them On My Skin.

Surrounded by a whiff of petrichor, the freshness of the outdoor air lingers on your shirt.

I feel your solid warmth as you hold me close and I smell you on my skin as it holds a residue of the summer wind.

My memories hold whispers of the deepest longings of our past.

I see you in the water spray. My paddle flicks the stream into the lake.

I tune you in and hear you in the song. Notes descend in minor keys where they become forever a condition of my heart.

I see you in our footsteps as I trace them with my own. When I see her face, you are living in the corner of her smile. I smell the dust of you in the pages of my book.

A piano softly plays. Secrets of infinity sit inside the songs.

Notes repeating softly, fall from my fingertips like a waterfall echoing the end of love.

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