Gone

what do you see 16 by chris hall lunasonline

My love, how did I come to lose you?

You, the one to whom
I cleaved my heart, my soul

for all time.

Just a trace of you remains:
a hint of your scent in the clothes
you
left behind.

Come back my love, so I can hold you again.


Written in response to SadjeWhat Do You See #16 photo prompt.
Photo credit: ‘Reflections’ by Yunus Emre Uzun