nest

After night has fallen And again I have rinsed the day off my skin What will become of me Once your scent leaves? The essence of my fragrance resides in you. I have lived Day in and day out To be clothed in your aroma. What will become of me When I can no longer smell you On my skin? In my heart You will reside. You have made a home out of me. Planted seeds in the womb of my garden Nurtured it with the water of your tears What will become of me When the moonlight steals sunshine the beat of my heart echoes the sound of your voice when togetherness becomes loneliness and this home has always been filled with you, I and joy. what will become of me when joy relocates and sadness takes her place when the pictures on the walls of this house only have your face? when I am alone in the shower of my tears rinsing the day off my skin After the night has fallen And again

-the cleanse

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