I do not remember the day that you left,
Or the suitcases by the door.
I do not remember the day that you left,
Or the way things were before.
I only remember the song that you sang
As I drifted off to sleep,
Your voice was husky
And your smell was musky,
As your fingers tucked back my hair,
And that makes me smile now
As I drift off to sleep.
So I thank you for that simple song.
If not anything else,
Is it OK if that cancels out the wrong?

Comments
fatboy74 | February 22, 2011 - 16:25
Lovely and melancholic which is how I like my poems. Thank you for the read.