Imprints

The imprint you left on the moss last summer

is turning green with the rain

your mark fading

I forget your touch that sent electric shivers along my skin

I forget your sigh that warmed me from groin to lips

I forget your scent that lingered in the room like freshly turned soil

I have only pieces of the leaves and twigs 

that was once your oak tree

I have only a feeling you left

buried in my heart like a seed

I forget when you planted it, or if it was me

It will not grow for some time

Patience is key

May I permit myself to lament what can never be?

When that mark has faded from the moss

It will remain in my heart

Imprinted above the buried seed

Author's Note

How is the ending? Does it sound finished or should I add more?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good ending.
"When that mark has faded from the moss
It will remain in my heart
Imprinted above the buried seed"
You left the reader in final place and deep thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[B. Boileau]

I love it just the way it is. sometimes it's better to leave us wanting more.

[Nila M.]

I think it ended perfectly. "imprinted above the buried seed". It's a great summing up, but in a gentle way. I loved the natural metaphor. Very nice!