The scent of your perfume remains
Faintly on the bed sheets where we used to lay
The early morning sun streams through the curtain
Thin shadows form across my face
Aged by each morning I wake without you
I miss you, though not as much as I used to
My heartbeat echoes faintly in the room we used
Your ghost still resides in the corners
Along with the cobwebs and spiders
But the sun still shines bright at noon
I thought I’d call you to let you know
She’s moving in tomorrow at noon
She probably won’t see your ghost or smell your perfume
Faint as they are; after you’ve gone
But I thought you should know
In case I still cross your mind faintly too.
Sometimes that after is just mmm, sometimes it’s meh, and sometimes it’s just ffs. No matter how it ends it’s poetry. That is if you read After All is Said. Explore the spectrum that happens after the sex is done.
After All is Said . . . 30 poems about what comes next. Read poetry that deals with how it feels after you’ve been intimate, in a relationship, out of a relationship, in love, out of love. After All is Said … What’s left to say? These poems.
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