I hate the fact that the smell in the air right now is that of the perfume she wore the last time I saw her. Not that i don’t want to, I do, but the fact remains, I doubt she will. Knowing that, the smell will linger not just in the air but in my mind till the end of my days and will always remind me….<\/p>\n
The Flame<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n A flame is lit, at the end of this road<\/span><\/p>\n A flame to honor the times we shared<\/span><\/p>\n A flame to reassure me how much I care<\/span><\/p>\n A flame reminiscent of the red and white rose<\/span><\/p>\n A flame to signifying of the path you chose<\/span><\/p>\n A flame to light a path into the unknown void I pursue<\/span><\/p>\n A flame to remind me how much I will dearly miss you<\/span><\/p>\n \nShare this:<\/h3>