Gone

She's gone.

Nostalgia comforts as I'm consumed

by my thoughts

By her lingering aroma

Sage, sassafras, and cinnamon drifting

in the wind

As I sit by our favorite willow tree

Calling her name in vain

I feel her embrace as I dance in the rain

With her grace

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

Comments

kaybird99

So Beautiful. I'm sorry.

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