Written by VixenOfVerse
Grief creeps up on
him like a thief in
the night. He cries
with great wrenching
sobs and real tears.
He holds the last
jumper she wore
before she died and
smells her perfume.
Chanel No 5 tickled
his nose as he
breathed it in, why
did it hurt so much?
His grief accounted
to how much he had
loved her, he knew
that was the truth.
Text © VixenOfVerse
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