And my mind wanders back to you,
The same longing, the familiar pang,
Erase, Undo.
How? I wish I knew.
Exhausted, tired and spent.
I remind myself once again,
The storm's coming, but we have a moment,
I need that one last trifle of your scent.
I wish for you that I mean it.
As we repeat another Farewell, another Adieu.
So long.
So, long for me. As I will for you.
