About the Poem
On the eve of my innocence's demise, my mind was filled with thoughts of love, like picking baby names and china patterns. Not for a moment did I expect the love of my life was consumed by thoughts of doubt and regret, picking his words of goodbye. For some reason, even though I had no idea what was about to happen to me, this poem flowed from my mind. Here you go.
|by Samantha Goff|
|Looming in the air is the hint of your cologne.
Tempting, teasing and tickling the essence of me,
Breaking down the doors that you closed when
You walked out.
I feel it hang in the air like the uneasy comfort of your arms.
I taste it on my lips like the frail sincere spring wind.
I hear only the agonizing silence of my wounded heart healing.
I see so clearly that, in the rear view mirror.
I smell you.
Looming in the air is the hint of your cologne,
And what used to be.