When I Close My Eyes

When I close my eyes I can still feel your shoulders beneath my finger tips.
I can still hear the rhythm of your breathing as you sleep.
When I close my eyes I can still remember the dance we did that was called our life.
But when I open my eyes it is  all washed away like a storm that left nothing behind.

Stale Perfume

photo by COHolley

 

 

The perfume is stale in the bottle.

The roses, like paper turned to dust.

Webs are in the windowsill and leaves are at the door.

 

This is the house where loneliness lives.

 

COHolley

It is better that I would hold you gentle in my heart than to let the love go and suffer what would take its place ~ COHolley