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Traces Of Her Cuddle

I open the door to my room
And the memory of her fragrance greet me.
I smile and walked in like she was there.
Inhale her presence; her essence that lingers.
Flashes of her camera that freezes our moments together; I remembered how she posed like a model.
Protruding smiles so bright like sunflower.
I run my hand along the bed, places where she laid,
Everywhere, I tenderly touched.
As if I was touching her body once more.
Slowly I sit glancing over my shoulder, where she had laid before me and slept away.

© Stephen Montique

Keywords: mirrored reflection of my mind.