Suitcases by the door

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?

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Comments

fatboy74 | February 22, 2011 - 16:25

Lovely and melancholic which is how I like my poems. Thank you for the read.