Shalimar Indentations

Shalimar Indentations

Hello morning.

I see you’re up and about.

Could’ve used your brightness last night

when I felt you gone.

Your side of the bed

still warm

with the incense of you

and your Shalimar indentations.

But all I knew

was the dark of night.

Funny,

the things that haunt you,

even in the mourning sunlight.

~~redzone 2.18.15

Author's Note

...thanks for reading..

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

"Mourning" sunlight......now you know no one is supposed to mourn in the morn...it is just not done, Curt! Shalimar....my mom used to wear that cologne and while this is certainly not a poem about a mom, it made me think of her. It is amazing how a scent becomes the person....we smell it and it takes over our senses. Indeed, to a haunting degree. Very emotive write, Curt....and also "nice." lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

who isn't there can make a bigger impression sometimes than who is there.
jacob