Your essence is still haunting me folded in the satin sheets of my bed,
Your essence is following me forever though I have changed the homes and my head.
The pillows are still warm, but the flickering flame of the candle, to my skin feels cold.
The memories aren’t ready to fade away, though I am getting old… like your essence.
How much I loved it when you wrapped me so tight in your arms through the night…
Difficult for me it was to breathe sometimes but death looked so divine….like your essence…
I like the thought of you when it lingers with air and enters my head filling my lungs….
so silently like the moon light through window in a dark night…like your essence
Your essence is like the noise of silence and silence in the noise….
Both difficult to understand and hard to define…your essence…