you haunt me
even when you’re not near,
you linger
long after
goodbyes were said
and left the air
wafts of spruce and bergamot
cling to the fabrics I once held.
days later,
I still catch
the wisps of you
like a breeze half-felt
you spread through me like rays
like the warmth of the air
held captive
long after the sun has melted away
when the world has cooled
but I feel you there
you leave me bathing in
that quiet heat
an aura, a scent
an imprint on a heart
something between a memory
and a simple thought
somehow, you’re everywhere
and nowhere at all
like something remembered
rather than lost
a ghost of golden hour
lingering long after you’re gone
