a study toward sonnet #1,505 by FisherKingKQJ
You're never far away, in thought else fact,
A goddess who warms, bolsters, smooths and balms;
The future is on past and present stacked,
I sense that speech just the once candid calms.
There's hairs which you've left on suede armchair arms,
And dents in bean bag sofas where you've backed;
There's prints on pale wax paper which you've packed
With club sandwiches based on free range farms.
There's lippy left by you on large mug rims
And change that you've gone chucked in kitchen drawers;
There's your old photos stowing your skinnier limbs
And rosier cheeks which give the rude eye pause.
Video chat, too, nudges you far more near,
Like haunting scent behind your either ear.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 near
o $10,000,000 approximate
o $10,000,000 close
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