Vestige

Two days have passed,

I find her glass.

Still half full,

waiting

on the end table

next to a vacant sofa.

Holding it in shadowed light,

should I look for prints

of soft fingertips,

or

seek along the rim

a vestige

of her kiss?

Or maybe

just let it sit…



(Copyright, Steven S. Walsky, December 2009, all rights reserved.)



Comments:
 
stevesw   stevesw wrote
on 2/28/2010 5:12:14 PM
Thanks you all for the nice words, Steve

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 2/27/2010 7:41:27 PM
Ahh the lingering of the longing. That always makes love interesting. And you told that well here.

AuraTodd   AuraTodd wrote
on 2/27/2010 1:47:51 PM
Really well written, I like the way you discribe your words.

frederic   frederic wrote
on 12/23/2009 10:34:40 PM
Interesting the way you evoke a sense of mystery about this person whom you miss. She's gone away and we wonder why--with you.

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