You were always nomadic, barely there
The essence of your presence was sweet, slight
Like the smell of autumn frost
Or river water
I’ve been looking for that scent
Bottles and potions litter the room
Where I’ve tried to recreate it,
Eliminate the stench of your absence.
You left me nothing, did you?
Not even your favorite shirt to cry into
I didn’t eat for days when you left
To keep in my mouth the salt from your skin
One day you will walk in
Probably with a head full of stories and adventures
And we will make love in the same bed, with different sheets
And I know, I know it’ll be worth everything.
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