Linger Tiernan O’Rourke
Linger is a funny word.
The sweet scent of candle lingered in the room. The captivated audience lingered for a little while longer after the show ended. I lingered at the beach, my mind grasping for something to hold on to other than the frigid breeze that slapped my face. The pungent smell of my grandmother’s perfume lingered through the empty house as we packed it in boxes. Your memory lingered in my aching heart, taunting the version of you I created to fit the mold of my affection. Our song lingered in the empty hallway that we once danced through, echoing in the bare walls. I lingered a t the swings, where we would bicker over who could swing the highest, long before we fell into the harsh concrete of reality. She lingered at the front door, staring up at her childhood home for the last time before moving away to college. I lingered at the restaurant, heartbroken as his car skidded further from my warm embrace. The feeling of passionate happiness lingered in my hollow, heaving heart.
Linger is a funny word.
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