Savor

I breathe in your scent & smile, for I'm alive.

It's only been a few days since you left me, and I could still smell your favorite cologne, just like you used to wear it. You even left a bottle of it on my dresser, just for spite.

I listen to your music & smile, for I'm alive.

It's only been a few weeks since you left me, and I could still hear your voice echoing on my walls. You even left me a few of your albums, so I could praise you.

I feel your silk blouses & smile, for I'm alive.

It's only been a few months since you left me, and I could still touch the fabric of your favorite shirt against your skin. You even left me that Italian top you always wore, since you said I loved it.

I see traces of your hair on my pillow & smile, for I'm alive.

It's only been a few years since you left me, and I could still see your hair that usually gets left behind on the brush. You even left your comb with me, so I could use it and remember you.

Your taste...I still savor.

It's been long since you left me, and as I lay your bones beside this tree you loved in this park, I smack my lips and will miss your taste in my mouth.