An amulet of frolicking scent turned texture in my fingers,
                        I held you around my neck,
     like a marveling clog to my throat.
Phlegm regurgitating on a cycle of sentiments,
         followed by looks of welled over senile tears
Irrefutable gravitation has amplified over the absent years.
Nearing,
  closing in-
but still with a particular sense of separation,
a guard builds high with a width of preservation.