Source:  We Heart It

Source: We Heart It


Your scent still lingers
on the rose-colored pillow case
you detested…
On your tuxedo shirt and
felted Western hat
Breathing deeply…
The memories flood in
I cry
Like Cohen wrote…
“… the heart is a rage
of directions…”*
there is no Mercy
I refuse to wash
that shirt or pillow case
The only pieces of you
that remain
I wear the hat when
the missing becomes 
too much
Your scent…
My raging heart
© 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
*The follow line from Leonard Cohen’s poem #50 The Book of Mercy was my inspiration today.
” … the heart is a rage of directions, but your name unifies the heart …”