Perfume lingers
On a sheet
Where cold fingers
Did trace
A girl’s blank
Face.
He said, “thankyou”
As he was wont to do.
Then she was gone
Though her scent lingers
On the sheet
Where cold fingers
Did trace
Her expressionless face.
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K Morris - Poet 
Ice cold! Great poem!
Thank you! Best wishes – Kevin
Oooh, Kevin, this is quite creepy.
Thank you for your comment, Robbie. Best wishes – Kevin