Cold rain
On an autumn morning,
I was alone by railroad tracks;
I smiled and wept
In the damp, lonely fog.
When I can’t remember
Your perfume
Or the bed where we slept,
I’ll probably be in a coffin
With nothing left to forget.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-perfume-on-a-pillow-fades/
