Her scent is left faded yet not forgotten,
A tarnish in my deepest soul,
The sillage of your presence
Lingers ever more. Could I ever ask you to return?
Absolutely,
But I fear the darkness of rejection,
More than never knowing.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
Her scent is left faded yet not forgotten,
A tarnish in my deepest soul,
The sillage of your presence
Lingers ever more. Could I ever ask you to return?
Absolutely,
But I fear the darkness of rejection,
More than never knowing.