curling up alone
in the imprint where you slept
tears no longer flow
curling up alone
with a good book
no substitute
in the imprint where you slept
I still feel your warmth
on cold nights
tears no longer flow
memories keep me company
life moves forward
Adas Poetry Alcove 
January 15, 2015 at 4:58 am
Very nicely done!
BTW, do you remember Jane R’s post about tanka? She recommended a book called “Tangled Hair”. My copy finally arrived and – for some reason – this troiku makes me think that you’d really enjoy it. Some are quite sensual, but there is an aching throughout — a similar ache to what you’ve captured here.
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January 15, 2015 at 8:10 am
Thanks, I’ll have to check it out. I might have my husband order it for my birthday. :00
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August 25, 2015 at 9:43 pm
Truly beautiful and romantic!!! nice troiku!
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