Her Muse

I know you are not gone

Your presence lingers here


Like the scent of Marlboro’s

To this battered leather jacket

Like autumn’s last leaf

Bravely waving in the wind

Like the ghost of your lips

Pressed to my collarbone


Do not forget, I live here yet

In the turn of a page, in a turn of phrase

In this muse’s deepest heart

I know you’ve yet to depart

For I still still feel you slipping through my veins, smoke curled essence of you curls round my brain and you never did say goodbye so I’ll hold fast and will not cry


I know you are not gone

~ kei

19 November 2014

Bleddyn and Sleeping kateri

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