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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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