Your perfume lingers
In the things you left behind
Your favourite notebook
A silver bangle that dances –
to whose tune only it knows
In your favourite red polka dot dress
And the pillowcase under your head.
Your perfume lingers
In the memories you left behind
The tenor of your voice –
I hear it still if I concentrate
The way you’d fight for what was right
Quick to anger and giggles
In a wardrobe filled with your knick-knacks.
Your perfume lingers
In the people you left behind
Shiru still sits at your bedside
Like he can see your ghost, waiting
For your joyous hugs
And the way you taught us to love
In our tears as we remember you.
It may have been years
But it feels like only yesterday
When we shared the same space and breath
And yet no one found the knife I used,
to twist into your heart
To stop the pain of your departure
So I could preserve everything we had.
Your perfume lingers
In the me you left behind.
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