A daily occurrence between her and I

March 17, 2014

A daily occurrence between her and I
Unspoken, it was our way
She would sit or stand.
I would watch her long neck and shoulders
Wishing I were at liberty to touch just once
To see if her skin felt like perfume
Although I had lost my sense of smell years ago
Oh how she made me want to remember.
And closing my eyes, I would remember.
Although I never saw her smile,
She was more lovely than the cruelty of perfection.

- Writen 2014-03-17

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