your perfume lingers here
like morning dew
which clings to each blade
of uncut grass
before being burned away
on a summer’s day.
from room to room i wander
aimless and lost
as your sweet scent haunts
my every breath.
in the window’s glass
my pale reflection stares
blankly past a barren landscape
once filled with grace
which still aches
for your bare footsteps.
(for samira / sreedevi)
