Still there your essence is
On the pillows between
The sheets. Remains as a shadow
On the air on the mantle.
In a bottle more gone
Than here .

Left in the bathroom
On the shelf a specter
A ghost. The senses spiced
Bringing roses again
Once more nearer
Yet so far
Out of reach.

I wake clutching and grasping
At effervescent aromas .
I swear you are still
Near. As I make
Coffee become
Reality, again.