Thoughts of You
My memory of you is fading yet love is remembered
I wait, hoping to find your like again.
You told me they broke the mold. “There will be no more like me.”
So far, you are right.
I have been asked out a few times
they are pale ghosts, they don’t wear your smile
the way your eyes danced when you looked at me
as if standing under a mirror ball reflecting your light.
Your scent remembered, one of the most expensive perfumes
Always bought for me each Christmas.
How you ended up wearing it after we cuddled
Making you a part of me as you walked through your day.
Apart, yet the same. My perfume picked up by a breeze as you passed.
How can I make do with half of what once was my life…
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