She sits by the window
With an old letter
And a cup of nostalgia;
As she savors them,
Voices and laughter become audible
The addictive smell of cologne, prominent.
She closes her eyes
To feel the softness of roses
And the enticing warmth of his breath.
Once she revels in the cup of nostalgia,
Nothing seems subtle and distant
Every smell, sound and touch
Is vivid and pronounced.
She has done this every year
On their anniversary
It has been a decade now
She has learned to find
His esoteric presence in his absence.
The cup of nostalgia slowly engulfs her
As she gazes at his last letter,
She can feel his soul
Caressing her and holding her frail hand.
She hums their favorite song
To celebrate their togetherness;
Time stays, people go
Soulmates are never apart
Be it death or worldly separation.