When the Visit is Over

photography by Susa SilvermarieThe air feels empty,
my flame down to pilot
and flickering.

At the same time,
bereft, and replete.

The one who knows me
left a presence inside my bones
a flavor, a scent.

©Susa Silvermarie 2024

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