This Room     
by: Roberta Zimmerman 
 

 

The scent of your ghost

and delicate fingers tracing the tears that had fallen upon the letter

 

The words fade, but your ghost did not

so much stronger than the utterance

you left me with what lies beyond and pushed forth the utterance.

You left me the alpha and the omega

and your breath still fills this room   

 

 

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