Andronus

As the glass tumbler hits his lips, he wishes it were her lips, The crimson bed spread once dirtied with love and happiness now sterile and empty. Quickly the memories flood back once again, In love, content.... Happy He feels her still haunting fragrance surround him, And wrap itself around him. His hollow apartment echoes loneliness, The silence more deafening than any sound can be, As he ignites another cigarette, The image of her deep blue eyes is everywhere, They remain watching him, pitying him as a tear rolls down his cheek. As he inhales he feels her gentle fingers stroke his battered lungs, The somber look on his face bec