She lacks my lips and my essence.
My touch and my eyes,
the print my fingertips leave,
that trickles down your skin, inhaling its scent.
My scent, the scent you couldn’t get enough of.
She lacks my words and my wisdom,
that got you high off every spoken word.
She lacks my universe, my stars and my planets.
Planets that are in line with yours.
I’ll write you away.
Copyright © 2016 Pierise Marshall.