By terry
Date: 25 January 2001
With Every Step
The wine glasses are empty now
And the wax lies cold
Candles guttered long ago.
Yet I cannot leave,
And my finger traces your lip
Imprinted on crystal rim.
Only when my vision mists, images tripling
Do I feel the tears tracking my cheeks,
And realize in a rush of fresh searing pain
That you are truly gone.
But I cannot escape my own senses
As the faint aroma of Chanel assails me
And the laughter across the room
Sounds eerily like you.
And oh God
How will I go on
Without a completed heart and soul
That swiftly slipped away with every step you took
Leaving me.
1.24.01 twl
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