what was it that stirred me
the curtain catching autumn air
bed-softened lips on my cheek
your bra clip clicking shut
brush pulling through your hair
the nib on the notepaper
the trail of last evening's perfume
compressed by the closing door
the chasm echoing your leaving
~
CLP 04/09/2021
Journey of Words 
5 responses
Ooooh, now this is interesting!
Great work my friend 👍🖤
That is a huge accolade! Thank you 😊
Always welcome my friend.
You should do more in the longer form – you do it so well 👍🖤
OK
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