yet still
Sweet perfume stains and pains
memories dancing across our bedroom
Pink sunrise sighs and cries
when your cool pillow whispers secrets blue
Black coffee steams and dreams
when your brown eyes orbit around my gloom
Dead leaves crunch when
I walk
placing flowers by your grave
I hear tenors wail
but know
you’re still singing to be brave
Sweet perfume stains and pains
memories dancing across my bedroom
I can’t see you
yet still
I can’t hear you
yet still
I will always feel you
until
my pillow whispers something blue
Yet still …
Unitl …
Call me Hanq 
The ending just grabbed my heart and gave it a big tug. Wow. Emotions felt deep here. Brava!
oh henry, is this real…? i started to cry…so sorry…and so good you still see her..
The passion and pain in this piece fills the room…taking ones breath. Powerful
Extremely moving– seeing/discerning a lost love is certainly about the heart’s capacity to recall– good job with visual imagery– your first few stanzas stand on their own sans the repetition at the end…to me. xxxj I’m at http://parolavivace.blogspot.com
I had it written to music at first, hence the repetition. But I couldn’t get it worked out in short order and I am away from home so I thought I would just let the lyrics stand. I guess it reads a lil over done this way. I should keep that in mind. But thank you for your kind words; twice even:)
My first comment has disappeared– I said that I think the heart of the poem stands on its own– you embody and articulate the heartache of loss and how it is “seen” by the heart so well. xxxj
Wow- this one pulls at my heartstrings, it’s so beautiful… love the rhyming pattern. I do believe in spiritual connections. Those we are close to never leave us… only physically.
mmm…i fell this one man…you are still singing to be brave…that stanza…it hit me in the heart…tender all too real piece…
this is beautiful, real and sad.
heart ache, very powerful
My god thats beautiful! Especially love lnes 3 & 4! 🙂
there’s something enormously personal and powerful at work, whether it’s true or not. it was sweet and solemn.
I’m sorry for your loss.
The pain in the heart of the poet, the loss he mourns through colors and sights and smells, are overwhelming. But the acts of writing and saying the words are acts of hope. Good poem, Henry.
But if a poet is not in pain, he cannot write.
Henry, this touches the very heart of grief. I’m glad you let it be because the lyrical quality flows through it and really brings it home. I just feel the ache of loss.
Sad, and as others have said, very musical in the rhyming–it would make a lovely song.
love is an achy business
in the same way that people are many parts water
companionship is many parts void
peace
So much passion
a touching love song for one that does listen to you sing if your third eye is working strong, my friend. safe travels back home.
Oh, Henry … this is so sad and so good.
this spoke direct to the middle of me
Oh, Henry! Don’t give up the music! I could hear it in your words…a song just itching to be sung! I want to hear this…seriously! Another wonderful write, Poet!
Spoken from the heart…tender, moving & sad. Lovely write.
tender and moving… the repeating lines work well and reveal the heart’s anguish…
gentle, mesmerizing and promising, a lovely write.
Until my pillow whispers something blue….love that line…nice write Henry..bkm
Really like the opposites paired off in this and I can hear your voice.
I guess it doesn’t matter if its true or created. It is devastatingly sad either way.
ohhh…the memories in the bedroom dancing around the walls like reflections from car headlights on the walls at night… you never know when they are coming. Your pain is so tangible, … because the love was/is so real. My heart grieves with you in reading this.
Henry, this is so sad, poignant. A poem I really can FEEL. It would be beautiful set to music indeed.
Good that you can remember. As the years pass the wonderful details fade.
Unless you have points of references and expression in poem.
They are like precious memories in lost photographs. Thank you.
breathtakingly beautiful. the imagery of your words is lovely, especially liked “Pink sunrise sighs and cries / when your cool pillow whispers secrets blue.”
Ths made my heart ache … so much powerful this is …
Such a sad refrain, Henry. It wrenched my heart.
As others have mentioned, the refrain is just touching, tugging on heartstrings to feel the same pain.
Love the colour play here…