Traces of You

A poem for the broken hearted...

It's been 100 hours

Since I last heard the familar

Ring, of your voice

It's been too many tears

Since I've last remembered

The look of your face

You left me yesterday

You left me

Without a glance

Without a second look

Or chance

I lit a candle

And watched it flicker gold and blue

I walked to the kitchen, alone

And, tripped over the spilling

Memories of you

It's quiet in my space

And emptiness

Now fills my place

All that remains is

The trace of your tender kisses

The reminder of your touch

It's all those little things I still miss

With everything in my heart

Far, far too much

-ySm.