Feast -The Daily Post prompt
The vestiges of lost love
Echoed perennially in the back of her head.
Few unspoken words which lingered on her lips,
Scenes which her eyes had devoured and
Tears couldn’t dissolve.
His perfume lurking around in the air,
The warmth of his touch, which still burnt her skin-deep.
She hollowed out her mind of his thoughts, but
The senses were feasting upon the last remnants.
Conflicts got romanticized when heart betrayed the mind thus.
Midnight Soprano 