Tuesday, June 29, 2010
nonna.
i smelt the perfume on your skin
i smelt the scent that calms me within
i leaned in to your shoulder
to where you started wearing thin
i felt the softness of your hair
i felt the pain of separation in the air
i laid with you and talked to you
whispered a small prayer
i waited for your chest to rise
i waited for the twinkle in your eyes
i held your hand and waited
for the warmth to wrong my last goodbyes
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