Very you

(for Viv) 

 

 

You,

Very You,

 

The essences

You leave behind:

 

The shape of your feet

Preserved in a sock,

 

The smell of vanilla

On your nightie.

 

This morning

It was

Your glasses' case.

 

The softness.

 

The shine.

 

Pure

You

 

In my arms

 

At bedtime.

 

 

march 1997


 

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