Gone (Version 2.0)

The sweet smell of his cologne lingered in the air and the intensity of his embrace tingled up and down my spine like a soul loitering after death. His fragrance and his touch were etched into my mind, as if he was actually there – living and breathing. I saw his long dark hair pulled back and his soothing green eyes staring into mine. I reached out and swore I could feel his warm flawless skin under my fingertips. The wind swirled, guiding his unspoiled deep voice to my ears. It was a low, seductive song which sang from the stings of his guitar as well as his throat. The tingling of his embrace slowly moved up my body and rested on my lips. I could taste his sweet breath penetrating my senses. I remembered everything about him.
As I walked to his grave I wished I would see someone else in his spot. In a way, I did. This wasn’t the man I remembered. His skin was pale, his lips were hard, his singing had ceased. I walked to his motionless body where I placed a single rose on his chest and a single kiss on his forehead. As I lifted my head a drop of rain fell from the heavens. I knew that he was crying … and so was I. Ultimately, I really did love him. I just wish I had told him when I still could. I’m too late. The man that I love is dead. Gone. Completely and utterly gone.