Air
As I lie awake on this cold bed,
All I smell is your scent that clung to my blankets.
A tear slid down my eyes,
Remembering those mornings I woke up next to you.
Those nights we both slept together,
Tangled under these very blankets.
Now I had to face everyday,
Without you as my strength.
My guide, my light, my everything.
And all that's left is the air that carries your scent,
Through my nose, down my soul and into my heart,
It rest for all eternity.
March 23, 2020
1:26AM
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100 Days || Poetry
Poetry2nd Place : The Pantheon Awards 2020 100 Days. 100 thoughts. 100 poems. Welcome to my newest collection of poems written based on what random things that comes into my mind. Be it pain, or happiness. Join me as I challenge myself to write from scra...
