I Still Feel You
I’ve loved a few people
That have moved on
From this world
This existence
This space
To another
Somewhere
Far away
Years have gone by
Since they spoke their final words
Took their last breaths
And slipped away
And yet
Sometimes…
I smell Catherine’s shampoo in the wind
Or my uncle’s aftershave in my kitchen
And somedays
I swear it
I can feel Annette smiling at me
And I just don’t think
Anyone
Anywhere
Ever
Could explain
This phenomena to me
A few dear to me
Have left this plane
And I once thought
And I’d never feel them again
But somedays
(Usually when I least expected it)
I can smell them and feel them
And it’s as if
They left only yesterday
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