You'll Be Back Again

The smell of your scent
Inflames my nostril-
I am being held gently in your palms.
I rest my eyes and you stroke my hair,
Run your fingers one last time as you stare-
The sun is now shinning against my hair.
Outside there is a fresh breath of air
Waiting to be inhaled. You sigh,
It is time and you brush your lips against mines,
Whisper a meager good-bye-
Leave out of bed, and
Climb over to make your way home.

But even sleeping I felt your drifting soul
A rhythm pacing and growing faint,
A presence taking one long glance back, and
Eyes that watered to stay- go out the door.
I know you can’t afford to listen,
Countless times I’ve shout, asked for you
Not to go. The words bubbled in my soul
But when I spoke they did not get passed but my throat,
And when I woke you left me but your sweet smell.

It is an emptiness and a flame,
For tonight you’ll be back again, and
I know the words.
You’ve rehearsed them a thousand times
The reasons why you can’t let go, but I see
Your eyes tremble as you speak-
For every word breaks my soul, …and
That is what you hate most.