Vicariously, in reverse, she left me
With a faint aroma
Of what was her once
With a bleak silhouette
Of what was her once
With words unsaid, lingering
On the horizon of her smiling eyes…

Not until the end did I realize
How good it felt simmering in her vibes
How elevating it was evolving from her mind
Not until the end did I become aware
Of the depth she percolated
And left me reeling, surging
With a burst of inspiration...