I dropped change on the floor. And the jingle of the pennies That scattered, they made Echos. The room is empty, but Still full of laughter. Still full of an essance That will never Burn out.
I closed my eyes, And breathed in the Air. I felt a hand on my Shoulder, and could Smell your pipe that you Smoked in your Favorite chair. I reached up to touch Your hand.
You slipped away as Quietly as you Came. I open my eyes and Hoped to catch a Sliver of your shadow.
The sweet sent of You vanishes and I am Alone again. Alone to iron out The rough spots.