I have settled here,
One could say hidden.
I found excessively damp – the house –
I missed your scent. Raw.
Past life emotion – felt on the corner of my lip.
This silence, written between words,
As an old lady in a young world.
My book of life,
Your leaves – fine paper echoing every verse.
A beauty that cannot be destroyed – nor spoiled –
When its profound meaning
To build life.