(.)

The aromas of your
face, hair and skin
are so little fugacious
unlike You.

Since you chose to depart;
I had to conceal
those intractable
agonies of emptiness
picking myself up
bit by bit,
piece by piece,
day by day.

Ah! my love!
Little did you know,
solitude no longer mollifies this
wayworn nomad;
and here,
I move around
your memories immured in the
coffee cups,
sinful nights
and in the moments love made
when the night and senses
were all asleep.

V@@S..