I miss you
my soul is full of lumps
I just try to smooth out everything
to have perfectly blended memories of you
but all the unsaid and that can never be said
curdled in my throat

No one wants to hear a bad story
"sad" is the last in their feeling inventory
your sorrow intervenes with their happy territory
and they are already fed up with all that childhood allegory  

when they look into your eyes
they see death in disguise
no one gives them a prize
for listening to your advice
to be precise
the only thing that actually matters in life is a bit of a spice
otherwise
life is all inadequate, vague, and imprecise

Sit back and relax
when you open the pack
there should be no holes or cracks
it should look all bright and smooth
to soothe
and when you touch
your fingertips should feel like rubbing silk to give you a craving sweet tooth

Then smell
and give yourself up to the aroma palette
that makes you feel that you are on a carousel
through multi-layered notes of flavor  
recalling the subtle savor
of your mother's chocolate caramel cake
and the hazelnut and vanilla cookie party favor
with a slight touch of a banana bread
through nuances of fruits and flowers
ruby berries and jasmine incense
lavender, *****, and rose
a heavenly and ***** scent  
and taste bud activating exotic spices like cinnamon and nutmeg  

Then take a bite
and you will be filled with light
you will feel all the wandering sprite
through the luscious strokes that ignite
a tantalizing fragrance and taste with delight

when our hearts blended
under the newly emerging sun
I felt that life
would forever smile on us
you were the blanket over me in a homely,
all warm and loving cozy colorfulness
with all your attraction
that turned home
into a constant first date  "clicking" excitement

Our love was
one of the wonders of the world
a prominent must see
a once seen never to be forgotten
therefore I plea
that you come back to shine among all the rotten

you were the shelter to all my left behind
soul

rain washes my ***** aura
cleansing my soul burled
reaches Cora
the queen of the underworld

everything that hurts through  
has now mixed into the soil
making the hydrangea flowers blue
but as I walk all the other flowers wither and trees recoil

while all birds fly away and timelessly migrate
my breath is like a sage smudge filling the air
but rather giving a  burdensome weight
                                                         like a nightmare

the woman that you
left behind is heartbroken
in a plaintive cry