Her Scent Lingers Still

I refuse to change the sheets
her scent lingers where we laid.
The pillows hold a position
where lovers often played.

Tho the window's are open
to let air freshen the room.
Just like new buds bursting
her scent's still in full bloom

Didn't removed the water bottle
it still sits out by her chair.
Sort of a memorial to her
that spot's like sacred air.

Have yet to wash the mug
the one which touched her lips.
The one she used that morning
when taking her coffee sips.

When thoughts linger that way
I know the tears will drip
The anquish of her being gone
adds more quivers to my lip.

Memories playing scenes
cravings building to a swill.
Refusing to change the sheets
her scent lingers still.

Del Cano 2007 June