When I leave you

When I leave you
You will know
What you have lost
But too late would it be
To pull chains
That have been set free
When dust chokes you
And cobwebs layer
Like flimsy, sheets
At every nook and cranny
And the Chaos of an unkempt house
Will begin to bite you 
You will know
What you have lost
When the eerie silence
Of a dark, depressing house
Will gnaw at your senses
And it will dawn on you
That it was my silent presence
And a gentle, delicate touch
That made your house a home
You will know
What you have lost
When the absence of scents
Wafting from a busy kitchen
Fills you up with the fragrance of longing
And your ears  hurt 
With the deprivation
Of conversations and sounds
You will know
What you have lost.

You will know when I am gone
No home-cooked meals
Or noises of vacuuming and dusting
Or the silence of quiet wiping and mopping 
Or the music of footsteps prancing
The lack of my fragrance
That used to mingle with the air
You will realize, it's not there anymore
The weight of a soul
Breathing next to you
And the natural warmth 
Of a large bed
Left cold and light
By my non-existence
Too late you will realise
What all you had
And still it was never enough 
For your ungrateful heart
When I leave
You will know
What you have lost
And you will question 
Your soul, yourself
Was it all worth the cost?






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