A clinging scent of shampoo ghosting like the whisper
of a lover who left without a trace, not the heavy musk
of perfume, not the sting of cologne, but something
softer, something that gnaws at the bone.
Lingering in the hollows where your head once lay,
a breath that won’t fade away, but rhyme is a thief
greedy for the aches beneath death’s insomnia now
fading into tangled sheets
Now haunting me with Selsun blue dissolving
down the porcelain drain of love I can’t erase
remembering the laughs now turning to dust








so beautifully poignant dearest Adagio 💕
Thanks, Brenda.
A beautiful and bittersweet piece, dear adagio. Excellently written!
Thank you, Elke.