Aftertaste

by Lost star   Mar 22, 2021


Like the lips of lovers
we will meet again,
on the hill,
by the oak tree
that lives in my dreams,

Where the scent of her perfume
lays still on my skin,
I follow the memory held deep within,
clutching at straws,
keep the memory encased,
Keep the flowers in bloom
Savour the sweet aftertaste.

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