Her memory spreads out before me like her body once did, <br />the echo of passion resounds in my head. <br />The room is now empty silent and still, <br />will the images fade and leave nothing to tell. <br />Methadone slumber does little to help, <br />she was all that I breathed and all that I smelled. <br />I wore the life that she wore, <br />we walked the same steps, <br />and spoke the same thoughts <br />time and again.<br /><br />Stephen S. Yeandle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/separated/
