Memories on a Hanger
I reach out for you,
For all I have left of you...
A representation of your golden heart,
Your golden smile,
A life hung by a hanger,
A lifeless story
Lingering in my memories.
I feel the silky touch of your satin gown,
The only treasure you left me...
I can still smell your favourite perfumes
Buried in the fibres...
You were buried.
I remember when its colour was so vibrant;
The day we met...
Its golden shade was a fitting reflection,
Of your perfection...
It was love at first sight.
And now the colour is gradually fading,
It's been ripped and frayed and worn out...
It was worn by you.
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