Culmination of things..
Her hair would fly in any direction momentum would drive
Releasing in quantities that strands were no longer counted
Frustrating at first then it all amounted to smiles because it meant her presence
Then it was the bra, containing beautiful mountain peaks that leave me in awe
I never her saw her coming in my direction, once she stepped forward she became part of my reflection
I still have it still in my drawer, maybe she'll come back for more?
Next it was her shoes, not just a pair but two
Left to remind me that she's walked in this door,
She's walked through many times, leaving her shoes meant good news,
I washed her shirt, it was left under the bed,
After such amazing connections and mentally getting head, I was enameled with pride
She became a means for my happiness to thrive
I realized now, I could survive
Then it was a toothbrush
A real brush
And facial cleanser
She knew the code to my house, containing the key to my heart
It went from seriously loving, to seriously living
My heart I was seriously giving.
Then one by one those items began to vanish
I managed to hold on to the bra, a toothbrush hidden among things
The last bit of shampoo I am using, just so it doesn't go to waste
The cleanser to clear and freshen her face...gone
The strands of hair, subtle reminders of what was here.
I find them once in a while, wondering should I steer clear?
She moved into my mind, and her presence in my house was well defined
But as good things come to an end, thus to begin natural order
She lost that loving feeling, as mine was still bursting through the ceiling
Her shoes were never retrieved, collecting dust but its her reprieve
A symbol that she has walked through the door, maybe she'll walk again
Or I can stare at those black heels and just pretend...