I smiled and looked your side,
To a pillow that knows no owner now.
U left me memories,
Of your cologne,
That now torments me when I sleep.
In my sleep I reach for you.
I awake to see you are not there.

I see images when I close my eyes,
Of you sleeping here next to me.
What a torment,
What a painful memory of you.
For I cuddle not now.
It has been that since you left.

I sit and look at the window,
From this bed that now is big.
I stare at the Urn,
That has those flowers I picked,
To spice up what we had.
Pain in me rains amore,

Summers and Springs pass,
Time also does,
Hunger comes and memories too.
But you don’t….

Sly Poetry