She left for me upon my pillow:
A scent, a strand of hair, worn mascara,
An eyelash, long and thin,
An imprint of a night spent

She left for me upon my skin:
A stroke of her foot,
A brush of her hair,
Warmness of her body
The sweetness of her smell

She left for me upon my face:
A trace of lipstick,
Two lips pressed with grace,
A touch of her lashes,
A gentle stare

She left for me upon my heart:
A touch gentle and warm,
Secrets of truth, hers to share,
Hurts and sorrows, left to feel,
Two hands holding, love overflowing

She left for me upon my mind:
Fallen hair across her face,
Eyes longing,upon my soul,
A body falling, as if to melt,
Sweet whispers, not to share,
Future visions of her, me

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