Cold rain <br />On an autumn morning, <br />I was alone by railroad tracks; <br />I smiled and wept <br />In the damp, lonely fog. <br /> <br />When I can’t remember <br />Your perfume <br />Or the bed where we slept, <br />I’ll probably be in a coffin <br />With nothing left to forget.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-perfume-on-a-pillow-fades/
