My poem is an echo.
Unlike my vain words,
she lingers after I speak.
My poem is a shadow.
she moves as I do, yet she
moves people when I can't.
My poem is an aftertaste.
You'd feel her long after
you've swallowed the pulp.
My poem is petrichor.
After all the rain that drenched you,
the essence would linger, longer.
My poem is a trail.
I may try to lead her with my verses,
but you, the reader, shall catch her trail.
-