The last time

 

The scent of your perfume lingers on your jumper

Here in the dark

Light stolen by the night

Reminds me of the times

You were alone

So now

How can I miss you

Knowing you are now home

With the ones you loved and lost

Again

And then there was peace

I felt it rise after you passed

Despite the shock and the painful aftermath

There was a sense of your spirit lingering on the breeze

Blowing into my bedroom with the storm

Through an open door

Later that night

It seemed as though your presence was in everything

Why do we fight against letting go

How can we surrender

Rilke said it well

Kneel and Embrace your nights of suffering

Or just decide instead to ride the tide

That comes and goes

For no one knows

When will be the last time

We ever get

To say goodbye