Goodnight

The lure of your perfume looms
In the room for hours.
The flowers, in a vase laced
With love that I used
To chase you have been placed
On the dining room table.
Able and willing to take them
But you chose to leave them
There as a constant reminder
To me that you don't care.
Aware of this, prepared to take in,
Soak in all of this,
I insist that you not leave.
Believe you, until the night falls
And I awake to know you achieved flight.
Goodnight.