Romantic Memories
Scent of roses
still linger between
the sheets I sleep on.
Touch of her skin
against her silk dress
is still glued to my fingers.
Her voice still
echoes warmly
even as I watch Larry King Live.
I still have the white
shirt with her red lip-stick,
preserved like a Holy Grail.
I still remember
every detail in our conversation
before she took a flight to a new opportunity....
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