Though you are gone my love
You needn’t worry that I will forget
For each waking moment and deep into my dreams
I drink thirstily of your fragrance;
It is woven into the fabric of the bed lines
Perfumed across the collars of my clothes
Your scent forever lingers in my nostrils
Sustaining me throughout your absence.
I am unable to forget you
This dear is the measure of my love.
© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson
February 2, 2014