Lingering Breath

Your breath lingers on my face,
Warm and gentle and oh, so sweet.
Don't go, don't leave the space,
That's always there: your empty seat.

Your hair on my neck,
Soft and smooth and oh, so nice.
Don't leave me. Oh, what the heck,
You're gone now, you don't think twice.

Your breath lingers on my face,
Teasing me: telling me what I've lost.
As if I didn't feel that empty space,
On my heart that cruel, cold frost.

The End

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