Left Poem by Stuart Doggett

Left



Her smell still on my fingers,
Her screams still in my mind,
The silence seems to shout
That she’s no longer here.
Her echoes seem to linger,
Her mind still seems to find
A way up to the surface
To whisper in my ear.
Thinking makes it sting,
Talking leaves me blind,
All of you that I have left
Reflected in my tears.

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