“Home isn’t a place, its a feeling”
― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie

The air is heavy with your words
deeply scented with your memories
laced with your unspoken words
I am gasping for my breath
choking at times
when they come back and haunt me
titillate me
and arouse me sometimes
with their fragrance
but still this aroma
is getting infused into my soul
slowly and deeply
where they will live forever
staying ephemeral in their beauty
never to be bothered again
sleep in the deep embrace
of my heart
which they call
their newfound home.
Photo by David Sjunnesson on Unsplash

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