The Smell of Perfume
- The smell of perfume lingers in the air,
- And though it's getting fainter day by day,
- He has the hopeful feeling that she's there
- And can't believe that she has gone away.
- He keeps his lost love's pillow by his side,
- And finds it hard to place it with his own
- Succumbs to tears and never minds his pride
- Keeps thinking that as ever she’ll come home,
- But in his heart the bitter truth he knows
- He'll never more adore her from above
- No longer will he know the sweet repose
- That followed her dear gift of generous love.
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Thoughts of You
- My days seem empty since you went away
- I try to fill them up with pastimes new
- But then, at length come home to lonely nights
- and thoughts of you
- I have so many friends who help a lot
- They occupy my mind and days soon pass
- I pen short tales to while away the hours
- and think of you
- My house is large and has so many rooms
- "Why don't you move!" my friends all say to me
- I look at show homes
- Contemplate a change
- Then think of you
- They see your photo on the mantelshelf
- Suggest I take it down and start anew
- The say that life goes on - and I agree
- But think of you
- and so you're always there within my thoughts
- and life is sweeter just because we met
- and lived together through those golden years
- I miss you so
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- Editor's note: These poems are associated
with Ron's story "Catharsis"--please
go read it if you haven't already.
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- Another editor's note: There is a third poem
related to "Catharsis": "To
My Love."
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