There is no breeze,
but I feel a zephyr
knowingly caress
my body.
In the coolness of evening,
my shoulders
feel an invisible
hug of warmth.
Scents erase loneliness
by evoking
the comfort
of togetherness.
Strawberries, like your missed kiss,
softly, enticingly,
coax me
to indulge.
You are not dead,
when everyday
I am comforted
by your lingering love.
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