Untitled Series Part 8

In continuation with the Untitled Series, I sat to piece todays poem together last night. But it was this afternoon when I managed to compose this poem in full. The content of todays poem is 110% from my own mind and imagination, still I do not have a great backstory to filli the blanks. But in that place I have my usual explaination of , this poem can be read in any way which it reached the reader.

BUT it is a Love poem OR to be more exact A Love Lost Poem. Where One wanders through out their home and feels haunted by their lost love. The perfumed scent flows about the house freely as if to back up the haunting. Thus no action carried out could free them from that scent and memory.

I felt it was an interesting thought that one wanders about their home striving to rid of the haunting scent of their lovers memory and yet fails. Love Lost and love that has gone can become as a chain which holds one down to a life of haunting in a way.

Having said all of this, Please enjoy this poem:

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Untitled Series Part 8



Her sweet perfumed scent is still everywhere,
All the rooms carry it there in the air.
Flowers I place cannot disguise the pain,
For love went flowing down the drain again.


Too old to misplace her scent that lingers,
Like prints that lay captured from her fingers.
Dusting every inch with all that I clinch,
Still her scent remains, for who can yet pinch?


 Forever is starved and waiting for her,
As silence soon echo's but still no stir.
I stroll alone lost in thought and wishes, 
But they like the dishes are lost kisses.


Memories wander the hallways with me,
Her scent follows closely and e’er flow free.
Lonely grounds have no lost and found that drowned,
Alone with no phone for comfort around.


Yet her sweet perfumed scent follows me here,
Where broken hearts are crowned lonely this year.
Still her scent keeps company with my heart,
Candles that blow in the wind, one bit part.
_{© Pat Fitzgerald 2023}

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