Remain A Scent

find me here longing for things that no longer are
that smile that only appeared when I walked into the room
and the way you tilt your head and smile that half moon

like mice traipsing blindly, chunks of cheese in tow

what I lack is more than your mere presence here
your smell and your touch, your voice and breathing
it's the very essence - candles lit and thick with scent

fill this shrinking room, envelope my vestigiating universe

poem by Frederick Kesner
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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