That Love

By Elik Rain

A gentle red rose sits
At the edge of my fingertips;
Wet droplets rinse
The space between
Rotten floorboards
As I arise from the empty bed
I reach for that last scent of you
Lingering in my heated dreams
But see nothing
But feel nothing
Nothing in my soul.

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