Sitting here, <br />In my humble abode, <br />Smiling at furniture. <br />Each piece holds a memory, <br />Each was graced <br />By your presence. <br /> <br />Pre noon cathode rays <br />Causing hilarity <br />'My lesbian dog married my alcoholic Gran'. <br /> <br />Carefree revolutions <br />On kitchen stools. <br /> <br />The sheepskin where we Scrabbled <br />And laughter rang <br />To your flagrant neology! <br /> <br />CDs examined and enthused over. <br />Every room bathes me in love. <br />Your girly essentials adorn <br />My gentleman's club. <br />Exuding your joyous fragrance. <br /> <br />The torture <br />Of watching you slumber <br />As, against my better judgement, <br />I leave for work. <br /> <br />A waft of your spirit remains throughout. <br />Traces of your soul absorbed. <br />Until next time, <br />Hugely, <br />I miss you. <br />I love you.<br /><br />Esra Sloblock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflections-4/
