It is perfumed daily <br />with you <br />your scents bodily <br />fluid <br />drained days past of <br />fate <br />how you did what you <br />did <br />such a small space <br />was never <br />understood leaving it <br />only your <br />hand <br />under my cheek when <br />you <br />sleep beneath my head.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-kept-your-hand-when-you-died/
