His memory hangs on my presence like a vengeful ghost,

Taunting, unrelenting, unforgiving

His name plays on my lips,

Like a hastened whisper to the wind,

His scent stuck on my skin,

My lips tremble, a caressing tingle,

Of kisses, of love, of memories

My eyes wet with tears for the love I once had.


About sensoria300

I harness words, I thrive on them. I tell stories. I am dreamer, sometimes a poet but mostly I am a Game of Thrones fanatic. Lady Olenna, Lyanna Mormont and Arya Stark are my spirit animals.

Posted on June 8, 2013, in Poetic Justice and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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