As an empty bottle of perfume,
guarding you in a closet of my dream;
to remember your image, in a sad posture,
in nostalgia pulsations of cold winter.
Conserving intact passed life memories
of an intimate sweet fragrance exhaled;
with the sudden departure of my beloved
without even leaving a word of goodbye.
Certainly, couldn't forget ever sensuous composure,
'cause you are the only one original in my heart,
nothing even to find one anywhere for any price.
Ah, your death causes me a lot of torments,
useless life, does not deserve to live afresh;
missing a perfumed feel of your aroma in my soul.
Author notes
Dedicated to wife, passed five years ago.
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Beautiful. A very sorrowful feel to it painted in your words. The metaphors you use are so powerful and do so much to the piece. Great verbiage.
This piece is felt with a sweet, loving emotion and yet with that pain of your loss. You describe your emotions so well with the little details and remembrances... Excellent use of them.
"As an empty bottle of perfume,
guarding you in a closet of my dream;
to remember your image, in a sad posture,
in nostalgia pulsations of cold winter."
That is such a stunningly sad beginning. You started this piece off perfectly. My favorite stanza. The metaphors there are extravagant in their pain and sadness. You truly loved her. I am sorry for your loss, but I hope that with these five years, your memory of her remains something beautiful and not so filled with sadness. I wish you the best. Good luck. ♥
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