The scent of your perfume lingers deep within my senses,
I knew it was yours amongst the cigarette smoke.
I heard your voice clearer then the music seeping through the DJ’s fingers
And tasted your lips…..though ours never met.
You are an illusion that I have created,
I swear you do not exist until the wind blows and you whisper my name.
I hear your laughter in the birds and the clouds form your face,
But you are an illusion.
I lay in your arms when the sun sets and wake up alone,
Searching for a sign you were truly here.
I touch myself, only to find traces of kisses left behind
How can you be an illusion!
I have known you a lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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