Safe Travels Today

The whispers of us linger in the empty spaces,

  where your warmth once pressed against me.

I remember your hand on my back,

  the fleeting brush of your lips,

  the way your scent still clings to the sheets.

It is a memory that breathes,

  not heavy, but alive,

  and I carry it with me

    like a secret rhythm beneath my ribs.

Reviews

[Art Sun]

Relationships leave an essence that feels so close, I'm sure you have it embeded within your heart mind and soul...

Nice...

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Art.
Some connections do leave an essence that stays close, and I’m glad that feeling came through for you.