Your scent still lingers on the fabrics.
I breathe you in
as I rifle through
the war torn baggage
and mislaid remnants.
This pile of rubble from our past.
Salt tears at the corners of my eyes
Hot and heavy,
liquid beads of sorrow
Pools that gather 'tween my lashes.
A blurry burst of remembering
That knocks the wind
right from my chest.
Aghast and agape my soul lies crying
Struck dumb from death, for dying
Hurts the living
Forever more than
Those who pass.