I still hear your heartbeat <br />damn you <br />your scent never leaves <br />the pillows <br />and bed clothes <br />I've long since <br />tossed away <br />so why does it linger <br />and why do I <br />that brother Will is the question <br />to be or not <br />is the answer <br />when mortal thoughts <br />collide <br />with <br />reality <br />and reality <br />is left <br />in pillows <br />long since <br />tossed away <br />and old bed clothes <br />discarded <br />as well they should be <br />and why do I? <br />Still linger <br />where my scent <br />is no longer <br />nor my senses <br />never last <br />at last <br />only mature birds fly <br />and fly <br />and fly <br />till they die <br />so <br />does <br />love <br />and dear old friends <br />leave you <br />smelling <br />your own scents <br />and nothing more <br />Happy Birthday <br /> <br />9/07/2013 7: 21AM CST<br /><br />Stephen Warren Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lingerings/
