Sunday, 26 July 2020

When




When



When your pheromones have left my blanket, but somehow the whiff of your sweat lingers on,

When all that remains is a distant memory and I don’t miss you anymore so much,

When a faint constant pain wells up in my being and says, “I miss, oh I miss that warmth and that which we called love”

My heart tugs me and gives me a hug and says, “I still love you, and always will.”