Almost Nothing Left of Her

Today there is almost nothing left of her. She is gone. And

Only the intoxicating aroma of her perfume, and the fading

Smell of her sex, lay upon my flowered sheets. The odor of her

Presence lingers everywhere, and my room is no longer mine.

Nor my heart. Her presence fills the spaces of my room like

Roses and sunlight. My head is swimming in her and from

Afar her thoughts revolve in me like falling leaves.