linger linger a scent on the fabric a memory opening closing doors hands holding pushing pulling your body closer to mine your heart nearly a part of mine and i would breathe you in and you would take me in but now only memories fading like photos in sunlight like this scent on the fabric unlike this scar on my dead heart that I won't wash away just yet.   - Jason 7:25pm Tuesday August 8, 2006   <-- Back to the poetry menu.