SoulReserve

Linger

You
chose to reside,
inside
my mind;
Linger
as you please;
Leaving, doors open
books, on the table
half drunk cups of tea;
Radio on, playing a song
bed unmade
heaps of wrinkled sheets;
There are thoughts
in disarray
I find
scattered everywhere,
burning cigar, in the ash-tray
dishes in the sink;

And…your…scent… 
so full of promise
makes me frantic
has me searching for you
through every empty room,
and out, on the very empty streets.

© SoulReserve 2016

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